Poems from Aesthetics88
You put a hole in my heart from the tip of that burning cigar in your mouth.
It is not me who over thinks. It is you who does the over thinked.
My words are lost tonight. They are in your mouth, Because you always seem to win the arguments.
You can either trick her into thinking your special Or You can threaten to leave her Which one would you rather kill her with?
You are the blood in my veins, The only way I would let us part, Is if I cut my skin and let you out.