I don’t mean to close the door, but for the record my heart is sore.
You blew through me like bullet holes Left stains on my sheets and stains
on my soul. You left me broke down begging for change.
Had to catch a ride with a man who’s deranged. He had your hands and my father’s face. Another western vampire different time same place.
I had dreams that brings me sadness. Pain much deeper than a river. Sorrow flows through me in tiny waves of shivers. Corny movies make me reminisce. Break me down easy on this generic love shit.
First kiss, frog and princess
-From withasianstereotypes (pigeonwithamonocle.blogspot.com)