I climb the twisted tree to his window. He's already sat upon the ledge waiting for my arrival. A beanie my beanie sat atop his blonde hair. I love it when he wears my things.
It shows that he belongs to me
I climb the twisted tree to his window. He's already sat upon the ledge waiting for my arrival. A beanie my beanie sat atop his blonde hair. I love it when he wears my things.
It shows that he belongs to me