"Love isn't enough
for girls like Her.
Choas runs
in her bloodstream.
Pain resides
within her lungs.
She's a tortured soul
with a heart of gold"
YOU ARE READING
Bonfires
Poetry"Why do your eyes chill me to the bone , but your mouth spits bullets encraved with steel and the power of four moons"
Acceptance
"Love isn't enough
for girls like Her.
Choas runs
in her bloodstream.
Pain resides
within her lungs.
She's a tortured soul
with a heart of gold"
