gothic poem (Remove filter)
Are you my rock to trip me up before I fall off the edge of the world?
You take me for me, accept that I have problems.
Will that understanding destroy you?
Will that be a plateau of levellity?
Perfect stability, eye of the storm.
What of you?
Do you actually notice me?
I bought her two nice tops and she left me by text message.
Wednesday 5th March 2014 6:01 pm