My tears are made of diamonds, Your smile is made of glass. My heart feels nothing but the pain you caused, Your pain heals too fast. Your eyes are filled with hatred, My eyes are sweet with joy, For I am a mere mortal, Where you are Satan's Toy.
Reason for writing:
Use your imagination. :(
Birth sign: Libra
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