Friday, July 15, 2016

Two Lovers

His smell was stained on my skin.  And his lips were printed on mine.  He was like a love story.  He was sweet and kind and knew how to love a girl.  I was the trouble the broke the two lovers apart.  I was cruel and ruthless and I was meant to destroy.  My skin smelled like him.  But my soul, my soul danced to his love song while I pulled pieces of him apart.  He was too naive to know that I was too broken to love him.

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