domingo, 29 de enero de 2012

Why don't you go home? Go home.

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns
holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it
hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged
piece of glass.

3 comentarios:

Forgotten words dijo...

La verdad que a veces el amor nos hace que ni siquiera sepamos que queremos y esperamos de esa personas...

Catastrophic dijo...

La última frase me ha dado escalofríos.

mab dijo...

that's love, scaries, hits, makes you wanna trhow up, and do it all over