You looked down at me and smirked,
That dirty, bad boy smile that you wore so well.
The small chuckle of yours that made me melt.
You bit your lips,
I pulled you close...
But baby this is a game,
And i'm your host.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Disaster.
PoetryA life in a garden sure is pretty the roses with more than one way to kill and lilies that remind you of the past. A garden is gorgeous as long as it's cared for. if your mind and body were a garden, would it a magnificent garden or a secret space f...
