How can you love a Monster,
Who has sharp teeth
And claws?
How can you love a Monster,
Who hates all things?
How can you love a Monster,
Who's soul is made from tar and all the darkness?
How can you love a Monster,
When they smell of rotting flesh,
And burnt bones?
You become a Monster yourself.
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The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoetryAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
