

Burnt ChocolateBurnt Chocolate 11/19/07Burnt Chocolate
He smells of burnt chocolate
Draws the innocent Keeps the brave Shunned by those who knew Of those lies He looks like the beautiful Until the scar noticed Caused by fear That will always stain His dark soul His eyes no longer hold warmth That, also with the weak Has never been He seeks to hold you With only hate His touch is always smooth silk But no passion holds His scarred hands Would you like to know Of his past? Always loving the beauty He hates himself now &
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