Justin King

I open the door your eyes stare back at me with glue i smile and pretend it okay and come inside and be with me. Your beautiful. kind the heart you own is at times not there for yourself.. I get stuck when it comes to you and iam sorry for inviting you in to my bed that night, Sipping on gigggles and room temp beer.. smoking exhaling through our noses. I smirk in the smokie room.. Hazed over the over glossed eyes i stare in the mirrior Never
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