Words like ice
Hair as dark as evil
More lost then young souls
A pretty face mirrored twice
Wearing shorts, old and frayed.
Lips painted a sinister red.
Heels spiked and jagged
Drunk on the floor, she laid
Worlds of a prophet
A Golden and messy pillow of hair
As sure as a moving train
A picture of him in her locket
Wearing battered blue jeans
Lips soft and warm
Converse, blue and inviting
He finds her when the janitor cleans
Eyes lock, hearts beat in steps
A smile from him
A blush from her
A hand from him she accepts
A "how have you been?"
A "um not good actually?"
Another "I'm sorry"
One more "I miss you"
And finally "i miss you too"
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Words like ice
Hair as dark as evil
More lost then young souls
A pretty face mirrored twice
Wearing shorts, old and frayed.
Lips painted a sinister red.
Heels spiked and jagged
Drunk on the floor, she laid
Worlds of a prophet
A Golden and messy pillow of hair
As sure as a moving train
A picture of him in her locket
Wearing battered blue jeans
Lips soft and warm
Converse, blue and inviting
He finds her when the janitor cleans
Eyes lock, hearts beat in steps
A smile from him
A blush from her
A hand from him she accepts
A "how have you been?"
A "um not good actually?"
Another "I'm sorry"
One more "I miss you"
And finally "i miss you too"
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