Roses are red,
My world's not blue,
I'm thinking love's great.
and that's thanks to you.
YOU ARE READING
'Love' Hurts
PoésieLiving with that limerence type of love. It's intense and the sweetest toxic state of mind.
I Should Stop
Roses are red,
My world's not blue,
I'm thinking love's great.
and that's thanks to you.