I use to be cold
No one could break
Through my walls
Or so I thought
Till he came along
The first to break me down
When he left I was in pieces
Till he came back
And patched me up
YOU ARE READING
My Dark, Creepy Poems.
RandomIDK what you'll read. Depending on my mood depends how dark and twisted it gets it can also be a bit sad. Like I said depends on my mood. They will be poems I came up with at the moment. Not going to be well thought out, but I hope u read and enjoy...
