Jumping over your lies,
need to keep that in mind .
Dodging over your bullets,
which is your kisses .
But then I fell into the deep hole,
of your ego's with your hoes .
You trapped me again,
in your bloody hell circus .
YOU ARE READING
Rozés
Poezja- love; there were no second chances, but if you do; you're lucky status : [COMPLETED]
