Pistol
Published in
Nov 20, 2020
Your words are like a pistol
That you keep aiming at me
Why do you always kill me
When you say love me?
Your words are like a pistol
That you keep aiming at me
Why do you always kill me
When you say love me?
A Xennial who takes too long making her coffee, turns her laundry pink and can never fold fitted sheets.