Look what they've done,
torn you apart.
In the name of fun,
some kind of black art.
I'd been thrown into the lake,
arms and legs tied.
I sunk to the bottom,
they thought I had died.
Out of the depths I arose
wearing a beautiful dress.
Some kind of new magic,
like a good witch.
A white art.
I don't seek revenge
for I have a pure heart.
It's now they'll see
that they could never be
someone like me.
Because I'm the greatest
mother ****** in a dress
they'll ever meet.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
Look what they've done,
torn you apart.
In the name of fun,
some kind of black art.
I'd been thrown into the lake,
arms and legs tied.
I sunk to the bottom,
they thought I had died.
Out of the depths I arose
wearing a beautiful dress.
Some kind of new magic,
like a good witch.
A white art.
I don't seek revenge
for I have a pure heart.
It's now they'll see
that they could never be
someone like me.
Because I'm the greatest
mother ****** in a dress
they'll ever meet.
Poetry by Kaydee.
The more times you're hurt, the less likely you will retaliate in the same way. Understand the serenity that comes with this, the more immoveable you will become. Covered in blood, bruises, fractures and breaks but . . . . . still stood smiling because ***** you're more than just a fuckin' witch.
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