Every night,
And every day.
Every time,
My mind's away,
I see his lips,
Upon your hips,
The way you kiss,
And day his name.
A sick mistake,
Of twisted fate,
To prove your name,
Creates a craze.
...molly.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
Every night,
And every day.
Every time,
My mind's away,
I see his lips,
Upon your hips,
The way you kiss,
And day his name.
A sick mistake,
Of twisted fate,
To prove your name,
Creates a craze.
...molly.
I wrote this a few weeks ago... I accidentally saved it as a draft. Ha.
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