his voice was nice. when he spoke it was like smooth vanilla flowing through your ears. his voice was soft and warm. it was like liquid gold, but the words he spoke were like bullets. the words he spoke could cause a storm to erupt inside of you. his words were dangerous, they were spoken with such a gentleness that for a moment you would be in bliss, but then you would be lying on the ground heart leaking love and blood all over his shoes. and he would just stand there watching letting words flow like silk out of his mouth each one killing you more each time.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
