We're all young and naive still
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it beginsWe lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky
We require certain skills
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it beginsWe lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky
xox
thank you for your lovely comment.:) btw,these photos are amazing!
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