"habeda" poems
Her hair smelled of
Rubber erasers
Late nights
Spilled cappucino
But somehow still looked beautiful.
She was like her grades, a perfect 10/10
Sharp eyes denoting a wide mind that
Every day I wanted to dive into.
I was wrapped around her finger
Like the pen she'd always chew on
When she'd look at me with fire in her eyes.
I love you Bienne.
give me the ****
ughhhh b0ss pls
can i habeda pu$$y pls
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC