Let's get tattoos and lay on my roof
and look at the stars all night because
That's what not real lovers do.
YOU ARE READING
anxiety is killing me.
Puisibroken hearts, love, tortured past. Ya know, the usual for poetry. Read with an open mind . I also know this won't make it into the Wattys but worth a shot.
not real lovers
Let's get tattoos and lay on my roof
and look at the stars all night because
That's what not real lovers do.
