|
Born Too Late
oh how desperately i wish i wrote sins but there are no sins to speak of. never have i said this so truly. but i'm in love with you, very dearly. every hour of every day you cross my mind. and it's not fair because i never cross yours. (you-never-were-one-to-play-fair) no matter how many boys i kiss your name is the one that will always be on my lips. oh mr. masterpiece you hang in a hall full of paintings but i only have eyes for you. these eyes were made for you, and only you.
i am lovestruck and heartbroken abby
0 Comments
|