The scars of
Who we are

The stories of
All our glory

The songs of
Lives lived long

The beauty
Of our sweet cutie

The telling a
Of all our yelling

Piece it all together
Puzzles with letters

Amazing poems written
We all get bitten

this handsome devil had a way with my heart
he had a personality of a sly serial killer
and it wasn’t surprising when he had my blood on his hands

he told me that he’d give me the stars if i wanted them, the moon, and even the sun.

handsome devil always knew what to say to get me into his bed
he knew how to touch me to make me beg for more
he knew what he was doing when he pulled down my sundress

he called me angel who didn’t deserve to be corrupted by him, but somehow, he went back on his word. i’m now bathing in my sins.