baby you caught me, im in your web. baby you got me, pinned to the shower wall. baby im drowning, in this sin. but your not my baby, you used me like paper, left me here to wither with age as you left me for that lady. the flame in my eyes is going out, the cotton in my mouth is drying me out. the knife in my chest; you twisted, and watched as i bled all of your satin sheets. baby you really got me now.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poetrydeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
