Wyld

Jag är konstant uttråkad, är du en intressant eller rolig människa, tveka inte att skriva.

Don’t you wish your boyfriend was hot like me?

You are like a sports car
You are so fast
You smell like sex and money
And you can go far

But I am like a tractor
I am slow but I am fit
But eventually I will find you
I will crush you like a little shit

Unto me bind the necklace of rose; I`ll hold the silver chain in my mouth.
Yet another will perish tonight.
I despise you.
Kneel down and lick the bitter drops of love, my mischievous servant.
In days and months of myself, my heart still beats.
Moonlight shines on torn wings as they shake to life again.
Solitude is more frightening than darkness
Let`s prove our souls before the heart with our desire.
Remove the manacles of rose; pile them atop a peak of white.
It`s the miracle of touching each other.
I adore you.
Kneel down and offer yourself.
the painful words of love are absorbed into the gauze of the new arabesque
I don`t mind being loved... say that you love me
Give me your troubled lips...