sadly, i understand what you're doing
i've done it before
and i am ashamed to be in your likeness
please, stop tormenting him
don't bring up your boy toys and flaunt them as if they bring you a status
the only reputation you are earning is that of a witch
you cast your spell on my dear friend
and left him empty with a deprived soul
can't you see he's empty?
his heart hollow and cold
sunken eyes and short breath
waiting for the death
of his immortal sorrow
bring it to an end
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
Poetrylove is like the ocean. the deeper you go in, the harder it is to dry off and move on Dangers of Love vol. 2
