I was too soft spoken before
to point out your rotting flesh
and lying mouth
but now
let a man ever defy me,
dare touch me,
who cannot love me
let him die for me
from me
by me
because it's been all about me
I've just been too shy
to believe in the land I walk on
crowned holy by my ***** feet
you should call yourself lucky
that I ever allowed my porcelain fingertips
entry to your ragged existing
that I ****** you
that I loved you
you never did notice
I was breaking apart
each moment you chose to
use my face as your mirror
your personal centerfold
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I was too soft spoken before
to point out your rotting flesh
and lying mouth
but now
let a man ever defy me,
dare touch me,
who cannot love me
let him die for me
from me
by me
because it's been all about me
I've just been too shy
to believe in the land I walk on
crowned holy by my ***** feet
you should call yourself lucky
that I ever allowed my porcelain fingertips
entry to your ragged existing
that I ****** you
that I loved you
you never did notice
I was breaking apart
each moment you chose to
use my face as your mirror
your personal centerfold
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