What a bad reputation you have,
All the better to fall head-over-heels for, my dear.
What a short temper you have,
All the better to grow scared of you because, my dear.
What an insatiable desire you have,
All the better to become your unwilling slave for, my dear.
What a heartbreak you gave me,
All the better to kill myself over, my dear.
YOU ARE READING
// GO AWAY //
PoetrySometimes I wish people would just leave me alone. In that case, allow me to entertain you.
