Mary Reilly
Your Hair, My Defeat
behold this rainy day thoughts and passion my inside
as rejected by feelings..
that type you know so well, your friendship pounds on a low profile, enough to kill
between our reality featuring misunderstandings
sorry is just a word but loving you's a way too tragic
shes the kind that moves all..certain special, black smooth hair, heart through seduction.
From Letras Mania