She loved him like a storybook,
With passion and love,
He loved her for lust,
The touch of her skin could ease him,
From the evil twin inside,
She was the only thing,
That kept him sane,
Yet he continued to hurt her,
But she loved him enough,
To let herself be hurt,
To learn how to love more,
He never could understand,
How crazy one could be,
But that's one thing about love,
It makes us do crazy things
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Short Poetry
ПоэзияThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
