You grasp my attention,
intoxicate my veins,
but you deny me affection,
Why am I inlove with this pain?
My heart is your cigarette,
My heart is your debt,
You don't see my tears pour
as you browse me like a gazette,
I'm not that person yet,
but my soul is teasing yours.
- Crimsyy♡
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
PoetryThe sequel to "Ramblings Of A Storm" Because sometimes a human is enough to drive you wild. - Crimsyy♡
