I'm weird
I read
A lot
that people
think that
I am mad.
I draw.
Even blood.
I'm a vampire,
under the sun.
I'm the great
Ice Queen.
They tend to
get out of my way,
because I won't ever
allow anyone
to know the real me.
You may know me.
But in the end,
you'll see that
You've really learned
nothing.
If you only know what I feel for you; If only you live for me, the way I live for you; I'll be in heaven...my dreams would come true cause all I've ever wanted is you-- and you alone and I love you more than you could ever know...
You can't judge me. How can I love a ghost? A ghost who only lived in my dreams but never in reality. How can he make me so vulnerable to him when I all I've had of him was his memory of me and an imaginary touch? I'm dying yet I'm alive..
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