sábado, 16 de febrero de 2013
I think that if you let me, I'd treat you like the sky, I'd join up all of your insecurities and buncle all your flaws. I'd create a new constellation and search for it endlessly. I know you don't see yourself the way I see you. And you still argue when I call you beautiful. But all the things you can't stand, about yourself, are all the things I can't go a day without. I think that if you let me I'd built an observatory just to show you that all the stars will shine as bright as you.