Blame It On The Weather

July 16, 2010
By Jacquelyn Kress BRONZE, Athol, Idaho
Jacquelyn Kress BRONZE, Athol, Idaho
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His lips spell murder caught a glimpse of what he really is
Were going under there’s no way to get away from this
Can’t you see me he’s left his mark upon my wrist
A devils angel sent to leave a poisonous kiss upon my lips
This is unbreakable these chains have full control
On my heart it never beats the same
When the night came to take him away I knew he’d always stay this way
I knew I had to get away I knew I had to get away


The author's comments:
This piece was about someone who I loved very much, but he was hurting me, and I perceived him as the devils angel taking over me.

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