Can you blame a girl for falling for something so nimble and perfect?
She was a surprise, full of fire, scars, hurt, and love. She needed something, yet didn’t know how it would come, or who it would come from. In my eyes, she was my Spitfire, I saw no flaws, I only saw the radiant beauty. Nothing or no one could stop me from loving her.
Can you blame a girl for falling for someone who left them in a trance from the smell they left on their pillow?
Describing her, her smell, vanilla sweet summer beach hearts stars. She was the stars in my sky, I was the oxygen in her lungs, we coexisted with each other.
Can you blame a girl for falling for someone who made them feel beautiful?
I love Spitfire.