Sunday, January 13

M.I.C.H.E.L.L.E.

My sweet one, with a mouth that stabs;
I dearly hold you near my heart.
Clearly you know what you want,
He only sees his place is hard.
Everyone you meet just falls in love;
Lucky are the ones you glance back at.
Love is the one thing you deserve for
Everything that you once lacked.

1 comments:

belle said...

aww i love you gee.