he enjoyed contaminating me with his sins and impurities.
he craved for my innocent soul.
his only aim was to poison that flower in me.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
making love to you.
he enjoyed contaminating me with his sins and impurities.
he craved for my innocent soul.
his only aim was to poison that flower in me.
