March 19, 2017
Lost split, twins dismissed….
One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t
kiss and tell…
I loved you then, and I love you
know, shall we make a truce our
one vow?
I, was never vanilla…..
more like shadowy greys,
pondering disarrays….
You, with a funeral glow, death
in tow….
I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with
a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,
as you pieced me to you…..
Together we became halos and
horns, the cross adorned…..
*Picture taken from Pinterest*
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March 13, 2017
I can still feel him on my
lips from the night before…..
bitten…bruised…..
*Picture taken from Pinterest*
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