maybe it was the lights.
maybe it was the horrible sangria.
maybe it was the music.
maybe you don't care about me.
maybe i don't care about you.
maybe i still want your hands all over me.
what do you want from me?
YOU ARE READING
Silhouette
Puisicollection of writings from my unhinged girl mind🎀 Completely unedited or beta'd just a girl in her 20's fighting for her life (mentally, physically, and emotionally)
