Nov 2013
She's a small town girl, but she thinks she's made for the big city. You've seen her; walking through the streets, cigarette between her lips and a glint in her eye that says ''you don't know **** about me.'' She's the simple body, simple face, simple voice but she's a disaster just waiting to happen. She's a volcano ready to erupt in the most beautiful way possible.
She looks at you with her eyes giving nothing away, piercing your soul, overpowering your mind with 1000 questions, the first being ''who are you?'' But you don't ask because in all honesty, it's more exciting that way and she has no ******* clue who she is. You wanna know her, right? You want her to open herself up and reveal to you all those sacred parts of her body. You want to explore her skin, feel her bones. You want her to leave a mark on you made of lipstick, you want your sheets to smell like her perfume and you always want more.
She isn't going to give you more.
She's a timebomb, ticking away the more you watch her. It makes her angry. She knows your staring at her *** as she walks away and she's wondering why you still won't look her in the eyes when she talks to you. She might rip her clothes off for you but she's never going to let you behind her skin. It's dark there and sometimes, there isn't a way out... at least for her. She knows you're going to leave and she's waiting. And when you leave, she'll cry for you. She'll cry herself to sleep.
But it's okay, because one day she'll live in the big city. It's okay because she'll find someone else, right? It's okay to treat her like a cheap ******* because one day she'll find someone who doesn't. And all of this pain she feels, all of these tears; they're just temporary. No way could you hurt her permanantly. I mean, she'll get over it, right?
She looks at you with her eyes giving nothing away, piercing your soul, overpowering your mind with 1000 questions, the first being ''who are you?'' But you don't ask because in all honesty, it's more exciting that way and she has no ******* clue who she is. You wanna know her, right? You want her to open herself up and reveal to you all those sacred parts of her body. You want to explore her skin, feel her bones. You want her to leave a mark on you made of lipstick, you want your sheets to smell like her perfume and you always want more.
She isn't going to give you more.
She's a timebomb, ticking away the more you watch her. It makes her angry. She knows your staring at her *** as she walks away and she's wondering why you still won't look her in the eyes when she talks to you. She might rip her clothes off for you but she's never going to let you behind her skin. It's dark there and sometimes, there isn't a way out... at least for her. She knows you're going to leave and she's waiting. And when you leave, she'll cry for you. She'll cry herself to sleep.
But it's okay, because one day she'll live in the big city. It's okay because she'll find someone else, right? It's okay to treat her like a cheap ******* because one day she'll find someone who doesn't. And all of this pain she feels, all of these tears; they're just temporary. No way could you hurt her permanantly. I mean, she'll get over it, right?
