You walk in,
laughing like
melting cheese.
Blossoming the
air, red as a
sinner’s dying
will. I would want
to kiss the naughtiness
on your lips.
I start gigeling,
even though it’s
bitter inside.
You know I’ll always
happy your happiness.
Just so we can
smile together.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
You walk in,
laughing like
melting cheese.
Blossoming the
air, red as a
sinner’s dying
will. I would want
to kiss the naughtiness
on your lips.
I start gigeling,
even though it’s
bitter inside.
You know I’ll always
happy your happiness.
Just so we can
smile together.
A Three - Day Crash
