Sep 2013
The way you kissed me,
Deep isn't the woods...
It made me feel dizzy.
I was flying,
Crying,
Dying.
Because you stopped.
*I never wanted it to end.
Deep isn't the woods...
It made me feel dizzy.
I was flying,
Crying,
Dying.
Because you stopped.
*I never wanted it to end.
Written by
The New Kestrel
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