You were just a flavor of the week,
but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite.
Even though you leave me a little weak --
on my knees and vulnerable.
No matter how many times I try to savor it,
it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
You were just a flavor of the week,
but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite.
Even though you leave me a little weak --
on my knees and vulnerable.
No matter how many times I try to savor it,
it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
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