Willing to die for you.
Kill for you.
But I don't know where's my has gone.
When I say I'll die for you.
Wait until you find out who's the one with the gun.
Tell me what to do.
Tell me what to say.
I'm not ashamed.
A saint can never fall from grace.
Lover's remorse.
Silent days in shame of what you could'nt say.
Like a trigger to my heart you blew me away.
A serial killer to our lives.
Torn from two hearts.
You're fragile to touch.
Clutch my heart.
Forget the rest.
End my life with a breaking chest.
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The Meloncholy Diaries
PoetryThe Saints are misunderstood childhood friends who are seeing the world as what they want to be and through a sinners and a Christians point of view. They are all based on my creative saints. Still Ongoing though. List of the saints: Dreams Saint Ha...
