by sailor Mar 19, 2013
category :
Love, romance /
lasting love
The last word i rmbr, was a no to my gurl. How cn i frgt her, those red cheeks n the curls. My cold heart lyk chicago n the love that i burnd. A heart break kid that rises led to the fal of luv. Loser wat she nw cls me, bt til nw i fal for her. O my gurl! |