Treasure Island

Jessica renee


Never


Never shall I forget that cold haunted night in Tomball Texas.
Never shall I forget seeing demons dancing in Zaccs cold black eyes.
Never shall I forget dating Zacc for almost to cold hearted months.
Never shall I forget Zacc talking behind my weak back with pure evil lies.
Never shall I forget freezing as sharp as stones with Zacc holding me.
Never shall I forget the deep grayish storm inside of me telling me to leave Zacc.
Never shall I forget how powerful my weak heart jumped as Zacc left.
Never shall I forget my passion of you learning from your scary pure evil mistakes.
Never shall I forget these things as long as I live.
Never.

Submitted: Monday, April 28, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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