• queenreddtopp 4w

    Holding on

    Holding on is like a poem of lust
    The rush to fuse the fuse is a must
    Trust is the key holding on to us
    Is like a cuss lusting off of holding on
    The rush that goes threw my vein leaves a
    Permanent stain aging aging and again
    Spinning to win the trust holding on to us
    After a big fuse is never a must but its the part of trust because we are holding on like a poem