he's short tempered. but not in anger.
he's huffs loudly, you'd probably think he's gone mad.
he tells me i'm a bad luck charm, but i don't think he means it. he's just a bad driver.
i believe things happen for a reason. sometimes bad, and sometimes amazing.
i believe i was meant to meet him. like it was fate. the best 7.99 i've spent.
his tattoos are misleading, he acts tough and mean.
you wouldn't believe he had a heart, or that his smile would crack you wild open and your heart sing. you couldn't possibly know his laugh would ever be your favorite song.
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Faded Blue Jeans
PoetryThis is a book of poetry written by me, but if it is not then I'll put the owner in the chapter.