poems
poems
I deceive people with words all day. I lie. Who am I? - A writer.
poems
#64 in an year of mornings
poems
#63 in an year of mornings
poems
#62 in an year of mornings
poems
#61 in an year of mornings
poems
#60 in an year of mornings
poems
#59 in an year of mornings
poems
#58 in an year of mornings
She says: If you do this to me, I will kill you. Know that. I mean it. I will f*ck you up so bad. So so bad.
poems
#57 in an year of mornings
poems
#56 in an year of mornings
poems
#55 in an year of mornings
poems