addictive vindictive

Reasell

One last kiss; I hope for.

I've ruined everything we dreamed of.

Nothing beats that ding 

when I cling 

Is there anything more I can dream or hope for?

 

I'm a bitch

I'm a whore...

nothing less, nothing more.

 

"Tongue of Shakespeare"; nevermore

words of wisdom; spoken by more.

 

Oh, how much I wanted to call you mi Amor... 

  • Author: Reasell (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2022 07:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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