in her bathroom,
there she lays,
on a cold winter's day.
The icy cold nips at her bloody face.
She's drowning,
In a pool of her own blood,
something has to be done.
He gone too far,
he's hit her too hard.
Her blood shed,
and hit the floor,
she's in the dark,
picking up her heart,
that he beat,
into nothing.
So there she lays,
on a cold winter's day,
begging him not to stay.
YOU ARE READING
just a little something
Puisieverything in this book is original. i come up with all myself. i dont do the whole "rights reserved" thing, but just dont steal my stuff.
