My mother kept a butter-colored flower girl of glass, frosted skirt, in the hutch on display.
Tag: scent
Wrapped in You
I’ll justify my thievery as need and still ask you to hold me close, wearing something of yours just because I can.
My mother kept a butter-colored flower girl of glass, frosted skirt, in the hutch on display.
I’ll justify my thievery as need and still ask you to hold me close, wearing something of yours just because I can.
Jasmine on the Grave 