Beautiful Mess

You’re my poison

I feel a bit of inspiration right before the pain sets in


I’m crying blood and spitting up magic seeds


me loving you, you loving me

But we make history

Beautiful, messy, memories

I wish there was a way to make the picture

Fit the image of us three

The Devil pulling at our strings

Baby we make poetry

But we aren’t meant to be


We are meant to be


We ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ meant to be!

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