You are the goddess evil who made a treacherous angel out of me.
YOU ARE READING
Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
Demon's Angel
You are the goddess evil who made a treacherous angel out of me.
