Your mouth speaks soft sincerity but my gut just whispers to me" let it ride"'
Sweet salvation in front silken enemy inside.
Your eyes.
Invite.
You picked a side my lovely friend sight unseen who knows
What could have been.
Keeping you close now as my frenemy.
Frendship
Denied.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Your mouth speaks soft sincerity but my gut just whispers to me" let it ride"'
Sweet salvation in front silken enemy inside.
Your eyes.
Invite.
You picked a side my lovely friend sight unseen who knows
What could have been.
Keeping you close now as my frenemy.
Frendship
Denied.
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