Perfect Storm

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She left the man who loved her,
For the man she loved
Only to be left broken in the dust

You're the worst part of me,
In all the right ways

I crave every part of you
I'm a fucking psychopath over you

I'd make a deal with the devil,
If it meant being with you.

Poems From a Lover जहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें