Poet's Note : This poem is not related to the poet in any way and is made for entertainment purposes. For everyone's generous information, Belladonna is the narrator's nickname and not the real one. I hope you guys enjoy.
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I'm out of breath when I think about him,
His stare so dark and murderous and eyes full of grim.

Falling so deep in love, I can't refrain,
When I saw him drenched, in the rain.

Oh mother, can you tell me, am I making a mistake?
If I ever...