lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.
lilysofthefield: You still leave a bitter taste in my mouth— and it scares me the way my heart slows at even the thought of you, as if it can sense the poison your presensce sends through my veins.