they all speak of your beauty
the way you prance above a mist
of delicately blooming flowers
flowing hair wild and free
dancing and rejoicing in the wind
but i have seen you
you are nothing more than a plain horse
with flowers weaved into your box-dyed hair
your movements staged and awkward
you're no unicorn
you're nothing more than an ignorant girl
who can't leave the empty spaces
of the fantasies in her head
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
they all speak of your beauty
the way you prance above a mist
of delicately blooming flowers
flowing hair wild and free
dancing and rejoicing in the wind
but i have seen you
you are nothing more than a plain horse
with flowers weaved into your box-dyed hair
your movements staged and awkward
you're no unicorn
you're nothing more than an ignorant girl
who can't leave the empty spaces
of the fantasies in her head
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