When I kiss you now the sour taste of bad blood lays on my tongue. I wasn't your mr. Right I was just your mr. Right now. A phase, something you got bored of. I have news for you, people aren't like your toys. You can't just play with them until boredom arises then throw them away. What will you do when the trash is full?
YOU ARE READING
Just saying
RandomJust a bunch of rubbish such as short stories, poems, inner most thoughts, dreams nothing too intriguing.
