Jun 29
She would trace flowers along my
warm skin, her nails sharp yet gentle
You couldn't tell me loving her was a sin, a shot in one hand and
in her other a menthol
warm skin, her nails sharp yet gentle
You couldn't tell me loving her was a sin, a shot in one hand and
in her other a menthol
So I got her favorite tattooed on my thigh,
And within months she told me goodbye
But for a time I lived life on a high
And I keep these memories of a version of me not so shy
And within months she told me goodbye
But for a time I lived life on a high
And I keep these memories of a version of me not so shy
