Beautiful Mess

You’re my poison

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

Toxic

I’m crying blood and spitting up magic seeds

Dangerous

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

No

We are meant to be

Yes

We ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ meant to be!