Sat, 05/12/2018 - 14:34 -- kp00790

They started small at first,

but now they are violent.

Everytime i'm near him it makes me thirst

Thirst for a love that won't become violet.


I love my butterflies

they don't tell lies.

Well I know whats true

I just want to be with you.

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