The things you wish for before you go to bed. The things you'll regret seconds prior to your death.
There reaches a point where there's no sense in exclaiming anymore. You are my period; you are the end to my sentence.
Sure, I guess, I'd wear your teeth as jewelry- but, will they still be bloody? Maybe I'll only wear your clean teeth as jewelry- do you still love me?
There reaches a point where there's no sense in exclaiming anymore. You are my period; you are the end to my sentence.
Sure, I guess, I'd wear your teeth as jewelry- but, will they still be bloody? Maybe I'll only wear your clean teeth as jewelry- do you still love me?
