You hate the sound that comes with consequence. You hate the color of responsibility and the feeling I can give you with a whisper, with a frown. No. No. No. I am not that easy. I’m not a mission, not a trophy. I am here and breathing, warm and my heart’s beating. I feel more than you could ever care to know. Would you really want something you can
(
Read more... )
Comments 5
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment