her soul was the flavor of anarchy and he knew he wanted a taste silver roses and bloodred flame to win her heart was a lovely game he kissed her in the rain and she touched him without shame he wanted her heart but only got pain she played around with the strings of his heart but she sometimes feared she would tear them apart a flicker or flame a bite and a taste of her anarchy soul.
i've had the words "anarchy soul" in my head for a while, so i decided to make a poem. have a lovely day <3