Aug 23, 2012
This one Sunday night in your kitchen while you were cooking. I wrote a whole lot. An excerpt from my messy thoughts---
There's just something. Something about the way that girl would walk down and have that cocky little bounce in her step. And it made you wonder-- what's that pretty head got going on while she walks into a room. Where do those pretty green eyes dart to?
Flash that grin. Fake that glimmer. Do your eyes really sparkle, or are you just a good actress?
You're a cocky son of a cunt.
I like that.
Too much.
Fuck you.
Cunt.
