I hope to see you written with bold maneuvers,
i carry you to believe, im your only bleeding solution.
Make me see your sight. We treat our night like its unsolved.
The only present is presented with a check mark. Believe me!
Your make is not the seat to my bad behavior, yet, ill let you
down while you make me spill. Im only a drought in a trench,
and yet she wasn't the answer. She colored the angst with a clear blue stencil,
yet dreamt of a man in a deep still mental.
- Author: darren mcgavin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 26th, 2018 07:19
- Category: Unclassified
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