"The Queen's upside down"
you bemuse
I smirk at at eye-less face
hung up, lips to the sky, hung
from a picture frame on your bedroom wall
Why do they all have multicoloured hair?
I don't.
Mine's red.
Fiery, jealous, and fairly insecure.
Friday morning blues
How is it possible to feel sad
on the happiest day of the week?
Saturday morning is where I want to be though
grimey and exhausted in your bed.
I sit outside because the empty skies make me closer to you
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
"The Queen's upside down"
you bemuse
I smirk at at eye-less face
hung up, lips to the sky, hung
from a picture frame on your bedroom wall
Why do they all have multicoloured hair?
I don't.
Mine's red.
Fiery, jealous, and fairly insecure.
Friday morning blues
How is it possible to feel sad
on the happiest day of the week?
Saturday morning is where I want to be though
grimey and exhausted in your bed.
I sit outside because the empty skies make me closer to you
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