My Emo Poem

Fate is an elegance cold hearted whores she loves salting my wounds yeah she enjoys nothing more i bleed confidence within my guts now im the king of this pity party with my jewl encrusted crown. I want to tear apart your room to see if what you say is true daarling dont you lie lie to me. i want to breack into your heart to see why you want us apart scared to death to find out what you think of me.




THE SPILL CANVAS