Shes got the body of the devil,
And she wears it good...

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They say she is...

My guitar,
My escape...

Ok, well this is actually a song, so its quite...
You slam the door...

I feel like the stars are caving in,
And the sky is coming down...

I can dream,
Any time, any day...

With this poem, i would love to have some...
She sits in her room...

Smear the black ink,
So no one else can see...

Looking threw this foggy window makes me wonder,
What am I in this world...

Your the sweetest thing,
And when you smile...

Not a mistake,
How could I...

A black rose,
A symbol of my world without you...