When he looks at me, I know he's looking past and imaging someone eles face...
Not because he doesn't love me, but the darkness of his mind knows its wrong and heats him up, to **** me and think of her or him...
Bad, so bad, he doesn't denie himself pleasure...
something I used to admire...
Now it smothers my heart, blue and bleeding waiting for him to see how he kills me slowly with just a look from his lieing green eyes.
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 7:53 AM UTC
When he looks at me, I know he's looking past and imaging someone eles face...
Not because he doesn't love me, but the darkness of his mind knows its wrong and heats him up, to **** me and think of her or him...
Bad, so bad, he doesn't denie himself pleasure...
something I used to admire...
Now it smothers my heart, blue and bleeding waiting for him to see how he kills me slowly with just a look from his lieing green eyes.
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