My valentinaA Poem by AnemonesIt's just a poem
You left her in agony
The tension is building up Never have you felt so narcissistic She didn't deserve the scar. Your soul cold as solid ice Your every touch hell like But she embraced the darkness Cause she had faith in her candles. She rubbed herself against your stones You failed to address her wounds You were too paranoid to think straight Almost as if you were brain dead. How dark can I be? To make something so elegant weep She cherished you for what you were But your ego just made her suffer. © 2019 AnemonesReviews
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