He asked me, once:
"Would you die for me?"
I looked up at him, a smirk forming at my lips.
I slowly ashed my cigarette,
as if I was thinking of a suitable answer,
one that proclaimed my undying affection.
As I caught his eye, I said:
"Well, frankly love, I wouldn't even **** for you."
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
He asked me, once:
"Would you die for me?"
I looked up at him, a smirk forming at my lips.
I slowly ashed my cigarette,
as if I was thinking of a suitable answer,
one that proclaimed my undying affection.
As I caught his eye, I said:
"Well, frankly love, I wouldn't even **** for you."
