ThePinkBurrito (; wow im trash and this sucks im trying ok//

oprea house--closed hours
but i peer at you through overtop, my mask strapped and my lips bitten raw
your voice pireced my soul
as the night dragged on;

your short hair-
lavander pigmented and barely graced your shoulders
matched with a redden face and pale lips
many reasons why ive adorned you--

the show is starting
the lights flicked overhead
as i tossed the man overboard
and the rope garnered his neck

for he crossed your paths
with a broken heart and a willowing cry
and my duty is to make
a star like you shine;
so must'n I take the beings
that hardened your soul
Isn't that what
Love is for?

I want to hold you, feel you
Your bare skin on mine
Lips twisted and hands entangled gestures I've never felt
So smooth and kind

And I'm sorry for
Writing this story
Based on the one you learned to loathe
But it's hard to write a romance
Where the man will never deserve
To be apart of your show