Good Times Gone Forever More so get low or hit the floor
I'm the one to set you free it's called a jail break from your hell we will jump off a skyscraper and hopefully land on our feet
This game of love is overrated but I still enjoy the thrill of the chase.
Almost told you that I loved you against my better nature.
You will always be the man who lassoed the moon just for me.
My moon baby and no one can take your place or drive you out of sight because I can always find you in the dark of night. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Good Times Gone Forever More so get low or hit the floor
I'm the one to set you free it's called a jail break from your hell we will jump off a skyscraper and hopefully land on our feet
This game of love is overrated but I still enjoy the thrill of the chase.
Almost told you that I loved you against my better nature.
You will always be the man who lassoed the moon just for me.
My moon baby and no one can take your place or drive you out of sight because I can always find you in the dark of night. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale