Twisted Love

by Suicidal-Addict   Apr 19, 2006


Drop of blood on your lips
Biting down on my skin.
cut my finger and it drips
you kiss me once again.

When you yell at me
i crack a smile.
When my soul gets free
it goes a mile.

I love you isnt the words
me and you isnt it.
But when forever occurs
then me and you will fit.

We have a twisted love
The one that no one has.
One that you cant speak of
One that you cant past.

-Comment me pweese, i need comments.

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