Before he came all she
felt was aching bones and
her lungs splitting up. It
wasn't easy it was ****
tough. All she felt was the
blood rush. Spilling out from
her veins staining her soul with
solid pain. Do tell it was pretty
lame to live with such shame.
She couldn't find someone to
blame. He closed the wounds
and licked every little bruise.
Turning them from shades of
blue to pink lilac behind the walls
of his bedroom. Before he came
she was burning in flames. If it
wasn't for him she would of still
been in all forms of pain* ~