The old romantics sun themselves in June. Floral print, and consuming of the sweet and numb. obsessed with the power of transforming love. But I am not endless patience, love. I am cheap, cheap romantic scum.
I'm growing out my hair
Like it was when I was single
It was longer than I'd known you
I had no money then
I had no worries then at all
But with such a high standard of living. more..