Dec 2014
The face you see in the mirror
The sloppy scrawling penmanship
The voice that can't carry a tune
The sun tanned arms and pale white chest
Are all can think about as I try to fall asleep at night
The sloppy scrawling penmanship
The voice that can't carry a tune
The sun tanned arms and pale white chest
Are all can think about as I try to fall asleep at night
These are some of the things I love about you.
I miss you, babe.
I miss you, babe.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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