Status:
In Progress |
Genre: Poetry |
House:
Booksie Classic
Deadly weapon
I get one
Then I turn to cry
I know what I've done
I, I, I
Bitter kisses
Upon my lips
They feel so tempting, pure
Bliss, bliss, bliss
Sky blue water
And crashing waves
Along the shores
They head towards their watery
Graves, graves, graves
This is my heart
These are my words
Lay them both to rest
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