She passed me on the street,
My next masterpiece that is.
Five foot eight, brown hair, baby blue eyes.
Darling angel with a big smile.
She deserved nothing less than a
Dark alley flash of steel lights out.
Pure simple, quick.
Sitting posed against the wall,
Red letters spell her fate.
What she is many will know,
What she gave me I will show.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:56 PM UTC
She passed me on the street,
My next masterpiece that is.
Five foot eight, brown hair, baby blue eyes.
Darling angel with a big smile.
She deserved nothing less than a
Dark alley flash of steel lights out.
Pure simple, quick.
Sitting posed against the wall,
Red letters spell her fate.
What she is many will know,
What she gave me I will show.