Quiet Mournful Hair before my face Clothes before my skin Body over mind Learning all too well That skinny thighs And a sun bright smile Are more than my mind More than my hands That touch So lovingly Creating and destroying
Bend me back Until I break A perfect body I shall make Burn the mind Sell the soul A perfect body Makes me whole
So yeah ****'s going down and it's this or a mental collapse so I guess I'm writing more bad poetry.