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Charlotte Feb 2013
You are God's apology
When He made hurt
He made your eyes
And when He made hunger
He made your smile
And when He drenched the towns in sin
He was busy making your heart

You are God's apology
For a world gone wrong
Because the way your hair
Flickers in the wind
Makes everything okay again
Charlotte Feb 2013
Our love is a divorce court’s dream
And court is now in session
The judge and jury as a team
Will try and teach us a lesson

The former leers down and speaks
“What evidence have you brought?”
“She doesn’t make sense, and she’s sad for weeks.”
You respond without a thought

“He’s angry and horrible, and just plain mean!”
I manage to say to the jury
“She’s a *****.” “He’s vile.” “Her clothes are obscene!”
We fill the room up with fury

Our love may be a divorce court’s dream, but I guess it’ll have to wake up,
For it only takes a moment’s time for us to kiss and make up
Charlotte Jan 2013
her brazen skin
comes around here
every once in awhile

her eyes like a snake's,
green and sly
seem to smile, all on their own

her body is supple
and inviting
open and waiting

they whisper about her
and her not so moral ways
and they wait in line
to use and abuse
and sneer
and go away

did you know that she craves love
as much as you do?
Charlotte Jan 2013
we are studying space
and teacher says
it is important stuff,
but i cannot think
of anything except
your eyes
and the way they sparkle
brighter than the stars
and larger than the moon
and how they are
more important to me
than the sun could ever be
Charlotte Jan 2013
You say I am an angel

You said so as I wore white before you
Stood before you with frail, white curls
and eyes shining blue
you said that i am an angel to you

You say I am an angel
as I whisper in your ear
what I want you to do
someday
soon

You say I'm an angel
as my eyes glow red
as I undress before you
as you watch me sin
upon you

You say I'm an angel
As I kiss you,
everywhere

You say I am an angel
As I cross myself
Before letting you in,
forcing you in
letting you
pound
into
me

you say i'm an angel
but i can only see
the red in my eyes
As your thrusts turn to cries
of ecstasy

angels are sweet
angels are pure
not i, not i

you say i am an angel
and the truth is
i am
only because
angels and i
are both dead inside

you say i am an angel
but my halo is askew
and my wings are drenched
in red
Charlotte Jan 2013
Twenty to eighteen
doesn't seem nearly as weird as
fifteen to seventeen or
sixteen to eighteen
or seventeen to nineteen
plus
the ***
is
legal
Charlotte Jan 2013
We left them
and their smoke
and their Hoarder-like house
For an adventure of our own
And I felt safer already
And you held me
And I knew
Why you didn't want me
To see you this way
But I looked at you
And I said that I loved you still
And I felt very old
And you looked very sad
And I knew I didn't want you
To smoke anymore
Or do anything else
That made you that unhappy
When I was right next to you.
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