• How sad
    My little world
    Torn by deceit
    Burned by hatred
    Diminished by love
    But yet my soul jumps
    At the very sight of you
    So very wicked
    So very wretched
    What’s this hold?
    You have on me?
    Stinging Pain
    At The thought of your goodbye
    How you leave me alone
    Crying till the mildew comes
    Dreaming of how you smell
    Reminiscing on the taste
    The taste that lives on your lips
    I see your perfect face
    So perfectly unperfect
    But yet again
    So very wicked
    So very wretched
    And still.
    I can't seem to get over you
    I'm scared