six.

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a girl like her
the most dangerous kind
because those boys never learn
theres something else on her mind

a girl with sad eyes
and a broken smile
mouth full of white lies
and lips coated in bile

words drowned in poison
she was dark and alone
but really all she wanted
was a heart to call her own
(k.g)

dont really like this one sigh :/

heartache // poetryजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें