Mistake.A master of games,
drew you in,
gave you cute names,
caused you to sin...
Now there's blood on your hands,
and a crack in your heart,
'cause he understands,
how to tear you apart,
your life kissed goodbye,
and a promise for love,
he caused him to die,
as if he was a god up above.
...
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...