Treasure Island

Curse Hoshigaki

(january 30 1990 / tittusville florida)

Innocence


Lips like velvet
Kisses like heaven
Handscold as ice
Voice of an angel

Intentions so impure
A sweet girl so innocent
Quickly and swiftly
He took her innocence away

He left her shaking form
Lying on the bed
Tears in her gorgeous hazel eyes
Slowly over flowing

An evil smirk
Forever plastered on his face
Taking a girls innocence
To keep his own youth

He lusts for youth
To be young forever
He made a deal with the devil
Stealing young girls innocence

He will be infamous
Girls don't let his kind words fool you
he wants your innocence too
So beware he might be coming for you

Submitted: Sunday, January 15, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 02, 2012

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