bought what u sold


You can play passion
You stole my heart with those
Wet wicked kisses
Another night
I dreamt of paradise
You have my heart
And hold on so tight
You inhaled my soul
…leaving me vacant
And cold
Stripped me of all my change but
I still bought what u sold

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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