A final Creepy Love Poem.

This was the first…

Then this one…

This the third


You’re the sun on my face

You’re the wind in my sails

My everything and my all

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Im the breath on your windows

The rustling in your bush

Want to cut you open, climb inside

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Breathing deep I inhale you, musty and wet

Hunched over your laundry basket

I squirm as my heart leaps inside

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Carve you’re name into my desperate flesh

Your name drips from my lonely lips

I want to wear you , my corpse bride