Her.
It's her.
This flame of ember lit upon my heart,
This river calmly flowing down through forest's way.
The moon shining upon me in the darkest of nights.
A girl once so lost, so unmotivated and unwilling to try, cured and wanting to achieve.
Love is an amazing thing.
A spark in our hearts, an interest in one another.
But us, we're little lesbians.
Two girls. Two hearts. Two souls, a bond, a bond stronger like no other.
She found me,
She fixed me,
She stole my heart; I gave her mine.
A pair of wings? Let's see how high we go.
Up to these clouds above so fluffy and gentle like her personality, so cute and sweet.
But we're little lesbians, Two girls in love.
We're little lesbians.
