his
nails
slid down
her
thighs
as he
kissed
her
goodbye
he called
it
love
but
there was
something
corrupt
his hands
didn't
belong
there
and
neither
did
his words
they
left her
broken
they
left her
burnt
he's
miles
away
and
she
cries
in bed
repeating
all the
words
she
never
said
maybe
she
deserved it
maybe
she
still does
but
something
about this
doesn't
feel
like love
his
hazel
eyes
and
voice
so
raw
his
fingertips
felt
so wrong
did
she love
him
or did
she love
the
pain?
the torture
of being
forced
to scream
his name
little
girl
gone
too
soon
her
broken
dreams
rest
in
the
tomb
her
desire
to
be
loved
left
in
the womb
while he
lives
his life
dancing
to
his
own
tune.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
his
nails
slid down
her
thighs
as he
kissed
her
goodbye
he called
it
love
but
there was
something
corrupt
his hands
didn't
belong
there
and
neither
did
his words
they
left her
broken
they
left her
burnt
he's
miles
away
and
she
cries
in bed
repeating
all the
words
she
never
said
maybe
she
deserved it
maybe
she
still does
but
something
about this
doesn't
feel
like love
his
hazel
eyes
and
voice
so
raw
his
fingertips
felt
so wrong
did
she love
him
or did
she love
the
pain?
the torture
of being
forced
to scream
his name
little
girl
gone
too
soon
her
broken
dreams
rest
in
the
tomb
her
desire
to
be
loved
left
in
the womb
while he
lives
his life
dancing
to
his
own
tune.
