whiskey burns like your touch
flames of a fire dance like mischief in your eyes
slurred words fall from my lips to yours
you are king of all things bad, my achilles heel
and i, the naive maiden have fallen for your rose
if only i had remembered your thorns
YOU ARE READING
thoughts
Poetry"sticks and stones may break my bones but my thoughts will fucking kill me." welcome to the mind of a girl who has a lot to say but doesn't. *bare with me, the few parts aren't the best. it gets better, I promise :)* *genuinely just need an open sp...
