Cold as rain hot as flame you'll remember the name with all the pain my mothers dead my fathers lame
but still you attack with the intent to mame
What you do you make me insane
All the pain
Racking my brain
You think this is just a game
But you left a stain
My mind burns with anger
What you did was hate
From the past
We're here because of fate
Here we meet it won't be the last
You locked my heart in a crate
I was bleeding and you passed
This is the end no clean slate
YOU ARE READING
Skarlet Love
PoetryAn enthralling set of poems tormenting your heart and mind pulling you in for love Then pushing you back with hate
