Listen boy, we’re running out of time, I gotta shoot my shot gotta try to make you mine, cause you're consuming all my thoughts.
By Maddie Rogachesky7 years ago in Poets
you wasted your purest breaths on the smoke melded in his kiss. breathless in all the wrong ways. you let him in. he became your ecstasy.
I don't think you realize, that when I look at you, I see all the beautiful things, the rest of the world chooses to ignore.