i do a lot of things
you're not real, well i'm not either the wax moon melts and we are the fever i know i'm stoned and a sloppy mess but would my heart fit into the hole in your chest
By raegan layne5 years ago in Poets
i hope you'll believe me when i say i never wanted to use you against yourself but you were the first line of deep ash from a forest fire in the midst of the bluest winter