He said darling sadness looks so beautiful on you
so he put his hands over my mouth to make me forever blue
Laid to waste
but I'm still your favorite
Blood and pants pulled past my waist
you savor it
As I begin to decay
I can't help but think back to the day
you shyly called me pretty
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 4:47 PM UTC
He said darling sadness looks so beautiful on you
so he put his hands over my mouth to make me forever blue
Laid to waste
but I'm still your favorite
Blood and pants pulled past my waist
you savor it
As I begin to decay
I can't help but think back to the day
you shyly called me pretty
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