There's no safe place for us
Not for me
A devil in disguise I walk among you
I pick flowers and lay them in my hair
I hold your hand to count sins on your sleeves
I, the girl in the lace dress, am all but your ruin,
Come down and out of your imagination
Come from your sweetest dreams and your darkest nightmare
I come from a place where I see everything in your head
And I am here to strike you down
because I don't know how to live with myself.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBear with me through these midnight moments and daily empty talks because if you don't, who will?
