You left me a frappe at the door as if that’ll make me forgive you
Words flying
Glass breaking
I have PTSD
Oh would you pick up the pieces and love me?
My first love I love you
But he loves me
He loves me not
Sometimes I wish you’d rot in hell
It seems I’m the only stairway to heaven for you
Little angel
I’ll drink your frappe and smile
And try this love again in the morning
Obrigado pela leitura!
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