In my lil tiny devil heart,
I feel broken.
This fault of the sin,
is unforgiven.
With a laugh of a siren,
it brought me to a red line.
A red line of obsession, rage,
being pull together in sync.
Even with her yelling out,
my madness came with a clink.
In my lil tiny devil heart,
I feel to sink my claw to a throat.
The throat of the poor siren,
that will never awoke.
The throat of the poor siren,
that will never mock.
The throat of the poor siren,
that will never speak.
But as I now awoke,
the siren was awake.
A question was form
of her soul still in peak
Then I realize
that it was all a dream
But for what I know now...
Is my lil tiny devil heart
started growing with full luck
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The Coffee Hour
PoetryWhat's up Everybody! I'm doing this out of my own interest and so in so. I'm going to be writing short stories, poems, and chat(discussing topics) on life and stuff. I hope you guys enjoy :)
