April 2010
1 post
Fragile limbs.
You cannot love me, I’m not that type of girl. I have messy hair & cobwebbed tights, fragile skin, lips of lust. I need it gentle, but get it rough. I can’t stand this loneliness, so i’ll settle for less. I don’t want them, I’ll let them run. No care for love, that’s just another heartache on my back.