12 lines. I know I wrote this one in high school. as usual- it's about a boy. i just like how it's short and to the point. no nonsense. heh. it also rhymes... but doesnt have that flow. it's very choppy and brutal... which is the tone i wanted to convey anyways. here we are:
warm and fuzzy
ripped to shreds
perfect words
invade my head.
mysterious eyes
I can't forget
burning my soul
since the day we met.
Pretty, candy-
coated shell.
I've descended to
the Gates of Hell.
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