My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, Or wear as jewelery, whichever you prefer.
My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, Or wear as jewelery, whichever you prefer.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories