And I bet you thought
and reduced me to nothing but a sexpot...
Were you disappointed or distraught
when you found out I was not?
With my translucent porcelain skin
and tiny blue branches within
occasionally masochistically split, broken.
I whisper through scarlet painted lips...
*"This entire time you dreamt me as your mistress...
you didn't realize, I am but a damsel in distress...
in my seductive caress lies a weakness,
that corruption you gave me of stolen innocence."*
You thought of me as a vulture
with a craving for flesh, impure...
but I am but a caged little bird
wishing for an escape, and a cure...
for the emptiness you left behind.
I want to be purified of your lies.
I'm glitter in your mind...
but you're dirt in mine.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
And I bet you thought
and reduced me to nothing but a sexpot...
Were you disappointed or distraught
when you found out I was not?
With my translucent porcelain skin
and tiny blue branches within
occasionally masochistically split, broken.
I whisper through scarlet painted lips...
*"This entire time you dreamt me as your mistress...
you didn't realize, I am but a damsel in distress...
in my seductive caress lies a weakness,
that corruption you gave me of stolen innocence."*
You thought of me as a vulture
with a craving for flesh, impure...
but I am but a caged little bird
wishing for an escape, and a cure...
for the emptiness you left behind.
I want to be purified of your lies.
I'm glitter in your mind...
but you're dirt in mine.
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