Wednesday, 12:00
I wore the red fabric that held my virginity.
It ticked 12:00am and the bangs sounded in the skies.
The dark night was filled with cheers, the people held one another and drank. The love was strong.
But this night was also a night of remembrance.
It was a night that was always spent in the same house, at the same date.
It was the 31st of December, the day God took my love from this cruel world.
The day after my wronging.
The shattering of my heart. Of my mind.
And of my spirit.
And any chance I got, I would go back to the 30th and untie my cold selfish heart.
But no chance would come about. And I would live with regret until The Devil came for me.
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Dancing with The Devil
PoetryIf I was to talk about the words They would hurt So if you were to ask about the pain I would lie To fix my mind I need time [WARNING] This is purely thoughts, feelings and emotions. Put into a story type content. Everything is written poetically...
