the thoughts of you
have corrupted my brain
i cant get over you
and its causing me pain
you are my heart and soul
you make me dream in arts
and cover up the holes
you shine brighter than the moon
that i stare to at night
where do i go when all i feel is fright
i think that you lie to me
and that makes my insides fry
to think someone so amazing
could destroy a fascinated little girl
that only looks toward the light
-src
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poetrywhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
