Dressed in black, Our eyes met, Her mischievous smile, Promised it’ll be worthwhile, She took my hand, Desires of another man, The night’s full of promises, but only she deserves my kisses, I walked out into the cold, And wished she was here for me to hold, Promises of lust, I want something that lasts.
Archive | November 3, 2008
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