This isn’t a poem I guess you could call it a short story. I don’t really know what it is, the words just wont go away till they come out.
He has awakened that witch I always thought the ones before him effectively killed. My hart, that had no feeling anymore. All I felt was lust, all I knew was feeding that lust. That’s what we started as, but we changed, morphing in to much more, and its scary. I don’t know what to do at this point, its too late to turn back, he has me now. And I love him. He makes me feel like I haven’t felt in so very long and I spend more time wanting him than not.
· Thu Jan 05, 2012 @ 02:58am · 0 Comments