they tell you that when you meet 'the one',
you just know. there are fireworks and sparks
and your heart finally begins beating like it
should but no one told me that i'd be in a
fucking library and i'd look up, feel my
stomach drop to the floor and sell my soul to
a boy that appeared like a dream but was
made of hell's fires.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
they tell you that when you meet 'the one',
you just know. there are fireworks and sparks
and your heart finally begins beating like it
should but no one told me that i'd be in a
fucking library and i'd look up, feel my
stomach drop to the floor and sell my soul to
a boy that appeared like a dream but was
made of hell's fires.
i'm not sure what this is at all
