ghosts with lip gloss smiles
Sunday, December 11, 2011 | 10:13 PM | 0 comments
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves,
They'll judge it like they know about me and you.
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
The jury's out, my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes love look hard;
The stakes are high, the water's rough,
But this love is ours.
'ours', taylor swift



