Mama told me to wary of your family
Told me of malice
She convinced me of kinsfolk of casualty
I believed every word of callus
Then I met you
it didn't take long
To put together two and two
Its not the blood running through you vein but the heart that pumps it
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Life in Poetry...
PoetrySo if you are reading this Im making a book of poems. dont copy and paste any of this- thank you
