On my arm, a tattoo with your name.
Love, it’s permanence not the same.
Promised, once upon a time.
To Be, until Death’s chime.
Devotion, turned to
despise, for you.
Care for, not.
In Hell,
rot.
About the Creator
Meko James
"We praise our leaders through echo chambers"
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