i think i'll eat your heart
i think i'll eat you alive
run, run, little redhead
with your little red riding hood
there are no gentle huntsmen in this wood
and look who's hungry
run, run, my beautiful sweetheart
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
