23/M/USA To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees; but she who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. - Nietzsche 97 followers / 1.1k words
Visions of her face are torturous She controls my thoughts like a sorceress Her heart’s the furthest thing from virtuous She takes, she takes, she takes control Find love before you’re ruined by heartbreak She’s a pro at avoiding heartache Snatched my heart and ran away I pray that she’ll return someday I’m not ok but it’s ok
All of these girls are shallow like puddles Her mind stays on material, she’s trouble Her mind state is fragile, I watch it crumble I used to be a man, now I’m something more She used to be an angel, now she’s a ****** *****