Stanzas and lines filled
Hours to get myself killed
Only to realize I'll never fit in Cinderella's shoes
I'll never be your muse
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 1:39 AM UTC
what if there was a lock with no key to throw away?
what if it could be sealed with no lips having a taste?
what if it held your words with no rope to tie it down?
what if it can be made with just words with no sound?
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
She's a saint with the lips of a sinner.
She's an angel with a devilish kiss.
She's madness,
She's sanity,
She's my paradise in hell.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
You own every part of me,
Take my heart for it only beats to you,
Take my eyes for you are all that I see,
Take my hands just so you could hold them tight,
Tale my everything for you are all I need.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent, the more selfish. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
The moon is my sun,
The night is my day,
Blood is my life,
And you are my prey.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
She’s been trapped in a memory,
Missing out on a remedy,
****** up off Hennessy,
She pretends to be what her friends believe.
Up all night, she dances with the devil,
But when she’s all alone she remembers,
She’s a lost soul – a pretender.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:40 AM UTC
I’m barely alive, been up since five
And I can’t fall asleep
I can’t remember last night, got too high
Now she won’t even talk to me
I know I can’t hide, been trying to run
These thoughts just follow me
Can you save my life and make it right?
Or is it just all of me?
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
Is it love or something more than ***
Every time we **** your moans make me obsessed
You’re so fine and I am just a mess
God **** I think I’m in over my head
Mood swings and 9 missed calls
I can hear your voice right inside my walls
She turns heads everywhere she walks,
But she doesn’t have time to even talk
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
the stars came from two things
one that comes from dust
and the other from her eyes
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC