Strikes
roses are red violets are blue and you cupcake, I want you cause diamonds are violets and reasons violate the truth and your mind pattern can rule the moon skipping your steps, dancing beneath the rain oh wait! I’m wet but I guess I like it this way your my adrenaline rush and the blood in my vein the sound of your voice reflects images to fray shifting off the ground for you, me and are this is the road that takes us way too far so night is red and morning is blue and so is your kiss that cuts... Sign in to see full entry.