HaHa The god laughed As he drew my heart a perfect match To the one man That would die for me But who'd also **** me In a moment of outlash ... So haha
This is not a poem about life, this is a poem about death Ahout bruises About going back every time About never learning when it's enough This is not what i would write, this is sickness that was written since my birth Is this what they call destiny?