She was the light to his day
Like flowers in the early May
He was a cold winter's night
Bitter and dark, giving everyone a fright
She was full of happiness and joy
How could she love such a boy?
He made everyone curl
How could he deserve such a girl?
She was the red, velvet petals
He was the stinging nettles
She was the luscious rose
And he was the thorns
Wrapped around her like a hose
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
