*A day will come when those roseate lips will be wrinkled black
when that flexible and slender waist will be a bended back
when that hair you fried in search of exotic beauty
will one by one shed off until there's nothing left on your head
when that big sensual artificially induced *****
will progressively shrink and their bright shine will fade
time will come when your ballooned succulent firm *******
will deflate and turn into two flabby pieces of meat
when that graceful saunter that you've embraced
will be no more for those strong bones will be deadbeat
someday those bright eyes will be grotesquely sunken
toothless, your precious white teeth will all be broken
all those features that steal millions of souls and rob so many hearts
those that command respect and attract lustful love
from desperate suitors some of whom you feel don't deserve
will someday be depreciated and rusted invaluable parts
someday instead of being the art piece that you are
you'll be a pinnacle of horror to the oblivious of the beaut you were
you'll want love but only command passionate hate
enjoy your youth... right ahead awaits nature's terrible fate*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
*A day will come when those roseate lips will be wrinkled black
when that flexible and slender waist will be a bended back
when that hair you fried in search of exotic beauty
will one by one shed off until there's nothing left on your head
when that big sensual artificially induced *****
will progressively shrink and their bright shine will fade
time will come when your ballooned succulent firm *******
will deflate and turn into two flabby pieces of meat
when that graceful saunter that you've embraced
will be no more for those strong bones will be deadbeat
someday those bright eyes will be grotesquely sunken
toothless, your precious white teeth will all be broken
all those features that steal millions of souls and rob so many hearts
those that command respect and attract lustful love
from desperate suitors some of whom you feel don't deserve
will someday be depreciated and rusted invaluable parts
someday instead of being the art piece that you are
you'll be a pinnacle of horror to the oblivious of the beaut you were
you'll want love but only command passionate hate
enjoy your youth... right ahead awaits nature's terrible fate*
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