I waited for you in April, but as the rain came and went, you never revealed yourself to me. I stayed there, and I’m still here, unable to rise up and enjoy the summer sun. And as this autumn fades into blinding snow, you are often the only thing on my mind. I’m still waiting … Continue reading Rainy days are my favorite days, because in the rain I can believe in things like a clean start or second chances.
I like shy, cherry boys, Who act sour, but really they’re sweet. They slowly creep around the corner And go speeding down the street I like those shy, cherry guys Who’s faces all turn red The second that they see a naked lady And never try to rush them to bed I’m a … Continue reading “Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”