As the tears fall down my face
I wonder how I fell in love with a monster,
Who beat me,
Cut me,
Hurt me,
Touched me,
And yet,
As I lied there dying,
I still loved that monster,
Maybe,
We were a sick version,
Of beauty and the Beast.
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My poems
FantasíaThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
