You Tangled Her In Your Lies
Vines With Thorns;
Thorns That Could Only Come From The Darkest Rose,
Drawing Crimson Blood Leaking Hatred.
Hatred For All The Horrible Things You Do.
Hatred For The Way You Made Her Love You.
Hatred For Herself,
Because She Knows She Will Never Not Love You.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
You Tangled Her In Your Lies
Vines With Thorns;
Thorns That Could Only Come From The Darkest Rose,
Drawing Crimson Blood Leaking Hatred.
Hatred For All The Horrible Things You Do.
Hatred For The Way You Made Her Love You.
Hatred For Herself,
Because She Knows She Will Never Not Love You.
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