L O V E T O M A D N E S S
You found me sad. But what happiness, Does an outcast have? For baby, I’m a prisoner. A prisoner shackled, To iron bars,
By Chloe A 6 years ago in Poets
The way you loved me was confusing. At first, we swayed like the ocean in July; Gently crashing palms and tongues. Then the seasons changed and a vicious strength grew inside you