i forget who i am
foreigner gazing back at me
ocean blue eyes and curly locks
(he called me cherub)
aye,aye
i'll drink to that
tired from midnight toils
caught up in future trajectories
feels wrought in iron
'o how you've ****** yerself noww boyyy'
i forget where i am
overindulgent little ****
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
i forget who i am
foreigner gazing back at me
ocean blue eyes and curly locks
(he called me cherub)
aye,aye
i'll drink to that
tired from midnight toils
caught up in future trajectories
feels wrought in iron
'o how you've ****** yerself noww boyyy'
i forget where i am
overindulgent little ****
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