Feb 2014
I'll stand outside
and blow you kisses
until my lips are chapped
and blood runs down my chin.
So the next time
your cheeks are brushed
by a gust of wind, remember,
my love is a tornado.
and blow you kisses
until my lips are chapped
and blood runs down my chin.
So the next time
your cheeks are brushed
by a gust of wind, remember,
my love is a tornado.
