LostLove223

Untitled, January 18, 2014 I'm not always pretty In fact, sometimes I'm the monster Hiding under your bed to make you cry Your tears feed my relentless hunger I don't claim sainthood, Nor do I claim to bear curled horns; I'm just a kitten with sharpened claws I need someone who can see past the claws To the quiet purrs that rumble my throat Even a monster needs to be loved at times But all I've loved thus far turned out to be monsters Far scarier than I could dare to be; Your tears should be of joy, Not because I've abandoned you once again I'm not after a saint, Certainly can't do with more monsters; I just need someone flawed and be