euphoriaA Poem by belle_femme_fataleCrummy stuff
So euphoric.
Or is it? Its in Wait for it Hus face goes numb Eyes rolled back He sees death Dances with the devil But isn't afraid He needs it. Thrives on it. So young. His innocence fades Lost forever in the dirt. Wasted on a feeling. Satisfaction at the highest price . © 2014 belle_femme_fatale |
StatsAuthorbelle_femme_fatalespringboro, OHAboutMommy. Foxy. Fiesty. Spontaneous. Coffee addict. Loves to love.. Yet scared to death of it. Kindness is a necessity. Boredom greets me often. I forgive easily but rarely forget. There needs.. more..Writing
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