A monster in the making.
But dont try to change me
Pumping through my veins the needing
Of love , of acceptance.
Their lingering eyes of hate not love
Some try to change me
But its too late
My bloods already turned to poison
YOU ARE READING
Pantry of poems
Поэзияoriginal poems I wrote.These aren't very good I was just bored so I was like let's write poems,fun!
