Pretty When You Cry

By Kol
This story contains subject material of a sensitive nature and is not meant to be read by those under the age of 18

You're made of my rib oh baby, you're made of my sin
and I can't tell where your lust ends, and where your love begins

I didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry

And the moon gives me permission, and I enter through her eyes
she's losing her virginity, and all her will to compromise.........

If you knew how much I love you, you would run away
but when I treat you bad, it always makes you want to stay.......

I didn't want to hurt you baby, I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you, but you're pretty when you cry