Screwed
Fictional and Satirical poems looking at achy-breaky-heart-ache.
“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on he...
Once upon a time, I am the biggest jerk in the world, until I met this crazy little angel, and everything turns upside down.