If your heartbeat slows,
He will knows,
When the weathers mixed
He's playing his trixed.
If you ever give in,
To the evil within,
You must bewere,
For he'll be there
When his mood swings,
There'll be bad things,
That happen in Mystic Falls,
The skys will darken,
And the dogs are barken
At the cold words he calls.
Why oh why does he do this?
Because he wants the sweet kiss,
From the girl with the eyes,
That leave you paralyes.
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Here I'll post art that I've had made for me or poems that I write.
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