So far gone
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 3:12 pm
I’m worried you’re not okay.
That the taste of my lips can’t revive you.
I throw my love at you.
But you refuse to accept it.
You live with your tounge not your heart.
Wednesday 10th January 2018 3:12 pm
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