I never felt like a hopeless romantic.
I was more hopeless.
My echoed gears turned the oil blood sick.
Burnt rubber following a dim lit haze.
Unbolted and unburdened with only you to praise.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
I never felt like a hopeless romantic.
I was more hopeless.
My echoed gears turned the oil blood sick.
Burnt rubber following a dim lit haze.
Unbolted and unburdened with only you to praise.
Soft thoughts of him, a daily occurrence.
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