words from, Y.R.
Wednesday, 20 September 2017 | September 20, 2017 | 0 comment(s)
with all of the sleepless night
and restless tears, broken parts,
i could paint you beautiful paintings.
maybe a sunset, with us,
bunch of flowers & tea.
just for you to hang it
on your wall of shame.
(you're never proud of a girl that
would walk half & more miles away
for you)
-y.r. | masterpiece
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