Best friend is like a pen and we’re the paper. We’ll not complete without their ink
You are ugly now, on the inside, where it matters most…you are beastly.
And they lived ever after, whether they were happy about it or not.
My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way
Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….