• muazzamnazki 11w

    Pretty young thing,
    with a whole lot of fight.
    Poison is her love,
    but you have to take a bite.
    Your sweetest fear,
    and she'll be the best part.
    Creeping through your bones,
    settling in your heart.
    Resting on your lungs,
    breathing now laboured.
    Every sensation now,
    desperately savoured.
    Her voice in your head,
    and you break at the sound.
    By morning you're lost,
    and she can't be found.

    ©muazzamnazki