A. Matthew

All good things come to an end
I’ll miss your spunk and devilish grin.
Your untamed mind
my dirty thoughts intertwined.
That beautiful tongue made of silver
your feelings for me start to wither.
Bitter now unkind
damn, how could I have been so blind?

— To’Wednesday Sibley, A. Matthew

A. Matthew

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