....Bleed To The Ground....
My poor heart is tired of screaming it's history only to hear an echo of it's past.
Someone closed the door today to my heart, and the key broke off in the lock.
A rusted reminder that my heart is no longer within the reach of your dirty fingers.
Your touch melts my flesh, heated trails of lust fade into my skin as tortured memories.
The scars are not ( Read more... )
Someone closed the door today to my heart, and the key broke off in the lock.
A rusted reminder that my heart is no longer within the reach of your dirty fingers.
Your touch melts my flesh, heated trails of lust fade into my skin as tortured memories.
The scars are not ( Read more... )
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i know my love is not the one you want right now, but just remember you'll always have it.
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Sorry, I accidentally left that little bit out.
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