meepers21111

Drip...drip...drip... This is where is starts. Fear and sadness crash like waves, And her whole sanity departs. Again, she proceeds to dance with the devil, Sweet girl, avert his gaze, As he twirls your heart to whole new levels. She was right to love him, He was wrong to throw her in the ocean Of which she couldn't swim. His memory remains, Kisses that scream "Don't trust me." This became star crossed, The minute she entered his darkness. No. She quivers in her memory. Cold sweat upon hot. The agony pours out of her heart, With every time he impales. He was the knife that punctured her shell, That had the nerve to twist his blade. No! S