His eyes
Like pits straight to hell
His gaze
Like fog in the nights darkness
His smile
Like ants crawling up your shirt
His touch
Like a warm summer day
His words
Like poison berrys, you know they're going to kill you but you can't get enough
His smell
Like too much cake
His kiss
Like drugs, illegal but addicting
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Poems
PoetryThese are just some poems I wrote... WARNING: most are very dark and hurtful. Yes I am ok. Thanks for wondering.
