It was supposed to be us against the rest, you were tall, Angel-like
The one who I thought was the best.
Mornings past, evening crawls
Day by day, the soft innuendos of the distance we now have with each other-
Seems as if we have never met, let alone never slept, laugh, cry, never had *** Chemistry is dead and so is the next.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
It was supposed to be us against the rest, you were tall, Angel-like
The one who I thought was the best.
Mornings past, evening crawls
Day by day, the soft innuendos of the distance we now have with each other-
Seems as if we have never met, let alone never slept, laugh, cry, never had *** Chemistry is dead and so is the next.
