It’s a strange doo-wop that we dance to
around a heart-shaped pool of blood.
Crimson footprints reflect on disco *****
moving along to this ****** waltz.
round and round and round and round
like nothing
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
You never realize how lucky you are
Till you've tasted heaven and its stars.
That's what you taste to me.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC