7 years...
Of "I love you"
Of "you're my person"
Of "if I'm James dean you're Audrey Hepburn"
7 years...
Of hidden messages and pretty lies
Of sexy hellos and heart breaking goodbyes
Of crimson tears and always wondering why
7 years...
Of blissful moments
Of not always wanting to die
Of being on my mind all of the fucking time
7 years...
Of fighting.
Of crying..
Of up rooting my life for lies...
7 years...
One dog...
One angel baby...
One broken engagement...
7 fucking years...
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Secrets of a dark soul
PoetryThis is a slow growing collection of my own poetry Alot of it is truama based so please read at your own risk.
