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Katie Dec 2014
Well now, don't you look pretty.
Sitting up there,
With your nose in the air,
but with a pinch of pity.
Could it be that maybe I don't care?
Or should you cross the wires...
If not for the fires,
that burn so bright with piece of misery.
I can't explain, but maybe you?
For the deals we make,
our souls we break,
We cannot get back.
Trust him he's tried,
but Satan don't lie.
Katie Dec 2014
I've been thinking a lot lately about a future where my star is dimming now and explodes later. It's a sad affair.
Katie Dec 2014
Champagne bleeds desire
Though they make a liar out of her
The foolish hole in the girls heart has yet to heal.
Words work too hard
Young melts softly,
Wakes the universe.
Liquid perfume lingers
No need to poison the joy.
Rhythm is feverish but not broken.
Ferocious secrets forever flowing down the stream.

— The End —