• cemeteryboy 5w

    Pastel/Goth

    Pastel tires roll down the highway, your fresh, pink nails click on your steering wheel in glee.
    Your blonde hair swishes as your head nods along to the playlist I made you at 3 a.m.
    Your excitement bubbles, like the stream next to your dorm room that lulls you to sleep every night.
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    My old corolla cruises down the highway, my black waves are whipping against the A/C. My tongue rolls over my lip rings from anxiety. I bite down accidentally. It hurts but I don't seem to notice; the song I wrote for you is stuck in my head. I turn the radio up as the rock station finishes