Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
fragrance of toxic love in gloomy love nights
looking at the tangled legs of ours,years of tears,no hope of freedom at last, my god is you i worship your holy wealthy soul who gave home to stay.drowning me for the hand you lend.
perfect nights of love we made in thunder crawling inside the heart and fake moans decorating your heart. you believed you gave everything to me i needed a home, an arm, a man.
what i wanted was freedom my love. but freedom didn't come wrapped in a billionaires fingers it was rather in the pills in his drinks.
