She was radiant…
she’s a sight of perfection;
she was my moonlight.
In my darkest hour…
somehow, the stars in her eyes
gleamed like the moonlight.
–@StevieStreets | Moonlight
30 Saturday Jan 2016
She was radiant…
she’s a sight of perfection;
she was my moonlight.
In my darkest hour…
somehow, the stars in her eyes
gleamed like the moonlight.
–@StevieStreets | Moonlight
13 Sunday Dec 2015
Writing is the painting of the voice. -Voltaire | #codeofthestreets: A beautiful heart produces beautiful words. -Mary Kassian
#thinkBEAUTIFUL, #beBEAUTIFUL… Have a #beYOUtiful day 😉