My BF (from the grave) and I wrote this poem together... its a new form of poetry were working on.... Love-Love Is not LOVE minus LOVE But LOVE dash LOVE ...
Do you know nothing of me? Am I not just that of Crimson? Am I what you would think would be flowing through that of a corpse? Dead I am, To you and to me, ...
My air escapes my dying lips, My own two hands strangulating that of my own throat, how can control be lost when Control is something i've never had? I let o...
