Paint-By-Numbers Makeout Sessions
No Sweeter Words: “Thank you. Please come again.”
Let’s Make Out.
Splendor In The Grass…
I used to think that love letters were the most romantic things in the world,
but after penning one daily, all they do is make me sick,
because every envelope I lick, every stamp I place, every ‘t’ I cross and ‘i’ I dot
just serves as a reminder that you aren’t here.