Poems from Bitterlove
Your hands caress my skin as i shiver to your touch your smile makes me faint your eyes lighten my soul touch me again and hold my hand...
You saw the ache under her artifical simper yet you sat and said nothing as her eyes plead for a cure to relive this agony...
the pain runs deep in my wrist the screams die deep in my soul take me away and show me love just for me to push it away and...
its an itch its my drug its my heroine put it in my blood stream And make me feel alive shot me up and make me ill its my itch its...
for haven and hell is entirely equivalent
we all trapped In a sweet sympathy of solitary death
chocking on are own demise
forced in the...