about。
Seventeen stan. vernon is my bias. i write ocassionally. very slowly.
but i he asked。
he's got a heart so pure,
i bet he has flowers growing between is ribs,
and liquid fold running through his veins,
i bet his lips taste like the sun's warmth,
and his hands feel like home,
he's god in human form,
but i've got a corrupted soul,
this dark heart would fade away in his light,
and a god shouldn't fall in love with a devil like me.
-k.s.
