The Shadow At The Door
The shadow at the door. He always leaves me wanting, just a little bit more, Than the last time he came around.
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My poems always turn out pretty sad/dark.. Believe it or not I'm much more lighthearted in real life :)
The shadow at the door. He always leaves me wanting, just a little bit more, Than the last time he came around.
Purple glitter round my eyes Ripped tights upon my thighs Night out on the town with my best boy We so drunk on youth and beer I so glad to just be here On this smokey dingey dance floor where you...