I wear those clothes too. Like the vintage necklace. That nobody wants to buy. Just thrown away, covered with dust. My feelings, no trust, tasting your blood and drinking mine. Our love turns to rust.
I know the taste of ****** rusty, memories of PAIN.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
I wear those clothes too. Like the vintage necklace. That nobody wants to buy. Just thrown away, covered with dust. My feelings, no trust, tasting your blood and drinking mine. Our love turns to rust.
I know the taste of ****** rusty, memories of PAIN.
