Not long ago, A fine winter's day, A crimsom pool so warm and deep, For her lust she cant sleep, No tears from me, Love with u is nver freed, You now sit with your hands so cold, Your soul gone and sold, Devils knocking on your door, To see your bloody corpse upon the floor, I see u no more, Your life wasted to the core, As i pace through the cold room for which u lay, I could no longer help the pain for which u slayed, I see u in my mind, Knowing you were once mine, So theresno more nights of lust, No more sexual bites upon your neck, Because for what u did, Has made my life a wreck.
Reason for writing:
Trying somehting new. no the best but still trying
Birth sign: Leo
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