DestructionA Poem by Little Miss Obvious
The thought of you
One of a sting One of which only My vein can only bleed out Flashbacks And crushed hope Avoidance Why'd it end this way? Your cursed angel form Is one of a lie One that leads One down a path of destruction I'll never be the same Not after meeting you Not after meeting My f*****g demon
© 2013 Little Miss ObviousAuthor's Note
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