She excites herself in mystery
Her red lips pop just like a cherry
No one knows her, no one knows her history
Her long black painted nails make her scary.
She’s a good girl, she feels so good
Nobody knows her like I do, inside and out
The way she looks at me, passionate, you know she would
Fiery golden eyes pour into mine with no doubt.
Do I really know her at all?
Her fears, dreams, wants in life
Hands cold, dead, small
She stands there, her heart punctured with a knife.
“How could you?”
Sorry darling, you have no clue.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
She excites herself in mystery
Her red lips pop just like a cherry
No one knows her, no one knows her history
Her long black painted nails make her scary.
She’s a good girl, she feels so good
Nobody knows her like I do, inside and out
The way she looks at me, passionate, you know she would
Fiery golden eyes pour into mine with no doubt.
Do I really know her at all?
Her fears, dreams, wants in life
Hands cold, dead, small
She stands there, her heart punctured with a knife.
“How could you?”
Sorry darling, you have no clue.
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