You’re elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there’s a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings

You’re elegance in a misunderstood form. Crystal quartz in a world of platinum. Oh, my dizzy boy, there’s a fire in you that I use to warm my hands on chilly mornings. (Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses)