I painted the room crimson with
his blood.
I killed him the way he
murdered my heart.
With a knife and a fork!
Stabbing at fond memories
not quite done yet over seasoned.
©privatethoughtsmadepublic
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I painted the room crimson with
his blood.
I killed him the way he
murdered my heart.
With a knife and a fork!
Stabbing at fond memories
not quite done yet over seasoned.
©privatethoughtsmadepublic