You're arms are stained
Like my carpet.
Wine spills onto your wrist
Like my carpet.
Your skin is as soft as the moon's light
Like my carpet.
But unlike my carpet,
You cannot be replaced.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
You're arms are stained
Like my carpet.
Wine spills onto your wrist
Like my carpet.
Your skin is as soft as the moon's light
Like my carpet.
But unlike my carpet,
You cannot be replaced.