❥ The pure-hearted one is the retired crash out..

You were a fire, one that burned,

But in your ashes I've learned.

You demanded pieces of my soul,

The thrill turned toxic and out of control.

Jealousy flared, impatience grew,

I never knew the weight of secrets before you.

 

~ Poem by Bellaswan Garnet

 

Getaway Car

Done