SpiteA Poem by liv
tell another girl you think her eyes are the prettiest you've ever seen
tell her that the way her words come out makes your f*****g knees weak tell her that you want to hear her heart beat while she lays close to you tell her that she smells just like how you imagine an entire meadow of flowers do tell her you'll call her tonight so you can hear her breath over the phone tell her you love her just to spite me
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Added on March 17, 2014 Last Updated on March 17, 2014 Author |