Goodbye Mr.Grey
It's the end of your day.
Even this ice cream can't console me
I want to go where you'll be.
It reminds me of cotton clouds and you.
I look at the flavor and it says Tiramisu.
I know it means "Pick me up."
But for me it sounded more like "I miss you."
**** the heart so into you.
It just won't give up.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
Goodbye Mr.Grey
It's the end of your day.
Even this ice cream can't console me
I want to go where you'll be.
It reminds me of cotton clouds and you.
I look at the flavor and it says Tiramisu.
I know it means "Pick me up."
But for me it sounded more like "I miss you."
**** the heart so into you.
It just won't give up.
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