Disclaimer: This is me (Jo) saying the other Jo owns Harry and his friends. Also, this is basically a rewording of the Dashboard Confessionals song, Slow Currents.
Drifting Curls
The air is visible around you, made so by the snow falling gently from the skies; it's rising up and off your lips in slow currents. And I watch as your face is framed in it, slow currents, drifting curls, a trailing path, you're dressed in blue and ash, and I can't see anything that isn't you.
And if it's born in flames, we should let it burn. Burn as brightly as we can. Make it last. Make beautiful memories of us. And if it's got to end, then let it end in flames, let it burn all the way down.
We are dancing and the air is visceral around us, we're turning in our simple steps on slow currents, and I watch as you pirouette and spin in slow motion. Drifting curls, a trailing path, in a halo of amber.
And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it end where it began. So hot with love we burned our hands.
A/N: I would VERY MUCH appreciate it if you would be so kind as to click that pretty little button down there and review! Criticism is welcome! XXOO, Blessed Be – Jo !!!!!!!!!