Jun 2014
Stuck behind my eyes,
in the forefront of my mind.
You call me the bane of your existence,
but you stole my line.
You,
My dear,
My kryptonite.
A path of beautiful,
chaotic,
exhilarating,
destruction.
My drug,
my addiction.
in the forefront of my mind.
You call me the bane of your existence,
but you stole my line.
You,
My dear,
My kryptonite.
A path of beautiful,
chaotic,
exhilarating,
destruction.
My drug,
my addiction.
For the one guy I can't ever seem to forget, the one that tears up everything I thought I was, everything I think I am with just one look, one memory, one story.
