Tác giả: Atticus Ross

The Tradition

Oh, the loneliest girl in town. is bought for pennies of prize. we dress her up in lovely gowns. she's easy on the eyes. her soul is black...

Ya'aburnee

I get undertones of sadness. when I think about the moments. that I never got to spend with you. i can't decide. if I love you more in...

You Asked For This

I don't know what you want from me. well, I'm sunburnt lips in summer heat. i'm tattered like these Levi jeans. punch wasted on the...