so young and fragile
my lover
with the eyes of an angel
yet she flies like only devils do
my intimate
in a wedding gown meant for caskets
i find myself asphxiating in your grace
in my own selfish desire
i would keep you for myself
because to kiss you
is to taste fire
but you arent mine
i cant keep you
a death certificate in the shape of a valentine
 
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