"truthh" poems
Guilty of every actionn I've never wanted to commit and in the glowing trees that grow from my brown heart I can still pretend to hear your voice a thousand miles aways, we want to think that we ****** up and the truthh is still buried in the sands of our details pointless arguments that reached pointless conclusions
That always seemed to make you and I better peopless...
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC