My mother warned me about the robbers and kidnappers
she told me i must be careful of criminals
but forgot to warn me about those big brown eyes
those kissable lips
and those brows that are always on fleek
his jawline that is as sharp as a knife
his nose that fits perfectly to his face
that chest —
reminds me of how strong my late father was
his face everytime he looks to his right
that simple yet gangster -like style of clothing he has
My mother never warned me about that
I was never warned about you
I never knew you could break me
I was never warned you will break me
That makes you more than a criminal
You have destroyed me, and it hurts me
more than a criminal can do to me
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
My mother warned me about the robbers and kidnappers
she told me i must be careful of criminals
but forgot to warn me about those big brown eyes
those kissable lips
and those brows that are always on fleek
his jawline that is as sharp as a knife
his nose that fits perfectly to his face
that chest —
reminds me of how strong my late father was
his face everytime he looks to his right
that simple yet gangster -like style of clothing he has
My mother never warned me about that
I was never warned about you
I never knew you could break me
I was never warned you will break me
That makes you more than a criminal
You have destroyed me, and it hurts me
more than a criminal can do to me
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