John Green
Stories (2/0)
The Appreciation
"Baby have I told you what you mean to me today?” She looked up at her man with unfamiliar eyes. With a smirk on her face and love in her heart, she said, "No baby. Tell me what I mean to you." As she kissed him on the back of his neck and started rubbing his shoulders.
By John Green6 years ago in Filthy
She Was the Bullet and Love Was the Gun
She was the bullet that hit me in the heart. No blood. No Pain. Just complete Shock. The way she took my life was so unique I always have thoughts about it right before I go to sleep. She killed me with kindness, my GOD how I loved dying in her arms and how she got me every time with her girlish yet seductive charm. It was suicide to believe that she was the one for me. I should have seen it coming, but I was too blind by her love to see.
By John Green6 years ago in Poets