it's pure love...

until now it was clear that i mistook our realtionship. how is it. your feathers got in the way. the oil stained your shirt. white cotton. and you stole my heart leaning against the brick walls. New York dreams drenched in water. the heels hit the pavement and your smile grows. next seasons Christian Louboutin. it's pure love fashion. it's unmistakeable the glitter in your smile. i miss how you ran towards me. i miss those blue eyes. and everything else inbetween. goodnight.