And as the world was about to tear apart
I remembered it was always our love
That held us to the ground
[M.P]
YOU ARE READING
Words of a Narcissistic Bitch
Poetry'After all, that's all stories are, my darling; stolen words and ideas.' Poems 'n' shit.
Hold
And as the world was about to tear apart
I remembered it was always our love
That held us to the ground
[M.P]
