motel 8A Poem by belle_femme_fataleKevin
The cum infested sheets.
Very chic. Elite. The highlife Everyone judges He didn't give a f#$% Breath number one and half His own blood told him. "I saw your face down in a field You were cold and pale and dead" Please stop. I can't. I know Heartless a*****e. Breath number two Times up. © 2014 belle_femme_fatale |
StatsAuthorbelle_femme_fatalespringboro, OHAboutMommy. Foxy. Fiesty. Spontaneous. Coffee addict. Loves to love.. Yet scared to death of it. Kindness is a necessity. Boredom greets me often. I forgive easily but rarely forget. There needs.. more..Writing
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