Kits
If you say you're going to stay, then why don't you fucking do it.
Why do I know the curves of your back more than the shine in your eyes? Why is this something that I have to go through? I miss your dirt brown eyes staring into my soul.
Sweat was lingering on the boys bald head. The smell of the trash invaded city smelt like canned peas and rotten spinach. Maybe this heatwave will finally cause congressmen to use taxpayers money to pick up the garbage that littered the streets; the trash only gets worse with every passing day.