Austin kyle.

by ashley june   Aug 8, 2008


You were shaking,
I wondered if I was making another mistake,
My lips tasted like alcohol,
another chance to be vunerable,
or another moment gone to waste?
Our hearts were beating fast,
the wind was sitting still,
Was I gonna to take this risk,
or pop another pill?

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