Peculiar human she was, with shiny delicate scales...
underneath fragile skin so pale.
She played two roles, one was crowned and wore a broken halo...
One Queen ***** and the other a semi-angelic hobo.
She traveled from place to place,
and she traveled quickly, as if it was a race...
and to her the many suitors were her homes.
She lived inside their beds, and gently ****** away their souls...
and then left, disappeared without a trace.
Why must she break so many hearts? And in such haste!
You must think **"What an inconsiderate *****
So **** worried about becoming a bore...
and yet everyone else was the source of her ennui...
Even a million lovers couldn't fill her void inside.
And how pitiful...She was absolutely beautiful.
Like glitter she was stuck in my skin, a sparkling syringe so delightful.
Injecting her majestic into my thin little wrists,
and she left me, another broken empty home, with nothing but the ghost of her bliss.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Peculiar human she was, with shiny delicate scales...
underneath fragile skin so pale.
She played two roles, one was crowned and wore a broken halo...
One Queen ***** and the other a semi-angelic hobo.
She traveled from place to place,
and she traveled quickly, as if it was a race...
and to her the many suitors were her homes.
She lived inside their beds, and gently ****** away their souls...
and then left, disappeared without a trace.
Why must she break so many hearts? And in such haste!
You must think **"What an inconsiderate *****
So **** worried about becoming a bore...
and yet everyone else was the source of her ennui...
Even a million lovers couldn't fill her void inside.
And how pitiful...She was absolutely beautiful.
Like glitter she was stuck in my skin, a sparkling syringe so delightful.
Injecting her majestic into my thin little wrists,
and she left me, another broken empty home, with nothing but the ghost of her bliss.
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