"Why do you look so ******* happy?"
Because that's the way they like me,
But to be fair, I do too.
I love feeling pretty in pink
With pastels and fragile florals,
But I am endless and vast
And equally crave the taste of metal
With the bite of blood.
I want my white roses pristine and velvet
Hugged by black leather,
Stained in crimson,
Studded and cold.
Because I am all of these things-
Careless and gentle,
Cold and yielding,
Pristine and dripping venom.
I am balanced and infinite
And thrive swinging on these scales.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 1:47 AM UTC
"Why do you look so ******* happy?"
Because that's the way they like me,
But to be fair, I do too.
I love feeling pretty in pink
With pastels and fragile florals,
But I am endless and vast
And equally crave the taste of metal
With the bite of blood.
I want my white roses pristine and velvet
Hugged by black leather,
Stained in crimson,
Studded and cold.
Because I am all of these things-
Careless and gentle,
Cold and yielding,
Pristine and dripping venom.
I am balanced and infinite
And thrive swinging on these scales.
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