Pale and perfect, like the soft light of early morning. It’s the moments between words where I find myself wondering if you feel the same little spark when you catch my glance. Pale and perfect, just the way my mama made me
Pale and perfect, like the soft light of early morning. It’s the moments between words where I find myself wondering if you feel the same little spark when you catch my glance. ✨💭Pale and perfect, just the way my mama made me
