Its just his skill and always was,
To flirt and feel with no just cause.
He’ll rip your heart out from your chest,
Stab, and watch you bleed to death.
How could you do all those things?
Angels face with burnt off wings.
You must have flown into the fire
And caught the lust that fuels desire.
I will never cave,
To your smile,
To your sultry eyes,
That God is just a devil in disguise.













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Sounds like my boyfriend.
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You Won my Heart <3
Then You Broke it </3
Now You Think I still love you?
Well Your Right
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|| BULLET || with your name on it
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I've lost my treasure.Can I look in your chest??
(hee hee....Naughty!!)
I am now a member ofdevWriters-Club
Great poem!
I'm very proud to put this up on WWA's deviations
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When I say "work" I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.
Margret Laurence
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"I'm being nibbled to death by cats."
"I once saw a chorus line of purple wombats doing showtunes in my bathtub. Of course, I was drunk at the time."
Semper Fi
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I've lost my treasure.Can I look in your chest??
(hee hee....Naughty!!)
I am now a member ofdevWriters-Club
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When I say "work" I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.
Margret Laurence
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