Because of You, by Krysta Cash Subscribe to rss feed for Krysta Cash

I kept trying to write this poem but
the words roses are red kept running through my head.
To you my name and what we once had now has no meaning.
If it wasn't for you my bathwater and wrists wouldn't be
red
Because of you they've got me restained, screaming,
I'm not suposed to be here in this jacket,
I'm not suposed to be here in this room.
My worlds in a hault,
your kisses were a sonic boom.
It's all because of you!
This is your fault!
Posted: 2013-04-13 21:08:47 UTC

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