Thu, 08/15/2013 - 18:24 -- G4RY-

You jetted in and stole my heart away.

Left a hole of death in its flame proof space.

Leaving flesh to lay, burning and decay.


My heart was her: beauty and acid lace.

You had what I wanted and did not care.

You left her dead, straight as a murder case.


Broke her heart, stripping her of all her air.

One day I will KILL you...please be aware.


(Written in Terza Rima)


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