student, artist, LDS, trying my best
I've never been kissed. Actually, that's a lie But so were the kisses. You could pour vinegar down my throat and tell me that's what love tasted like
By Camden Wawro5 years ago in Poets
It was a 12-hour love story Laced with “I’m not that kind of girl.” Tender words and clasped hands by the duck pond – I could tell you wanted to kiss me.
Loneliness is finally taking off your makeup. Even though it feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy, you knew they weren’t coming