everyone tells me that I shouldn't let you kiss me and that I shouldn't let you unbutton my jeans because you don't care about me and all you care about is making me fall in love with a fictional love that you promise is real. but, I swear when it's 4 pm and I'm up against a tree and you're kissing my neck all I can think about is how I can feel your heart beating out of your chest and how you're whispering that you've never wanted anything so much in your life.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
everyone tells me that I shouldn't let you kiss me and that I shouldn't let you unbutton my jeans because you don't care about me and all you care about is making me fall in love with a fictional love that you promise is real. but, I swear when it's 4 pm and I'm up against a tree and you're kissing my neck all I can think about is how I can feel your heart beating out of your chest and how you're whispering that you've never wanted anything so much in your life.
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