My body
Is carved
From sticks and stones
As they say
But words
Shall never hurt me.
I was filth,
*****
From past words named to me.
But what he didint
Know
I wasn't his
***
I was a princess.
A tone,
And hue of
What he missed.
Simply this,
He missed
Out on what goodness
He could have had
A loyal girl,
A sènora
Who was beyond his
Wildest imagination!
Beyond any other woman
Or grab!
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
My body
Is carved
From sticks and stones
As they say
But words
Shall never hurt me.
I was filth,
*****
From past words named to me.
But what he didint
Know
I wasn't his
***
I was a princess.
A tone,
And hue of
What he missed.
Simply this,
He missed
Out on what goodness
He could have had
A loyal girl,
A sènora
Who was beyond his
Wildest imagination!
Beyond any other woman
Or grab!
