Royalty runs deep in your veins. Never forget.
Baby you wish you could be this cool.
Narcissism.
“With her lips stained red, every lyric that she sings is another shot to the womb. Time outlasted her new advances and with every bat of her winged eye , reminds me that she’s the perfect paradigm. Haunting me with her heavenly silhouette,she became apart of a repetitive story I’ve already read. I was so hooked on her entity that I didn’t care that she was in too deep for me to breathe. All I knew was that if every encounter before her was a drop of rain..she’d be a hurricane. Every single trace of her lips still lying on my skin sting making sure that I never forget that she gives and she brings me serenity. She became what intrigued me , my reason to appreciate the rarity in every sunflower. The songstress with the purple heart, everything she touches turns to gold. And every day without her is another thorn in my heart from what is now just merely a red rose. ” - Jack Yxxng