spinhouse247

Drunken poetry:

It seems like we just met
Seems like we just fret
It all comes back to me
Its a dream within a dream within a dream
Where did I meet you
How did I love you
What happened to my mind
You are an an angel
Yet you seem to haunt me
When will my mind be free
You whisper deep into my soul
The way you fuck me never grows old
My mind belongs to you
That has been given
Unwilling yet forsaken
I die