Battered boots
Old torn tights
The way she moves
She refracts the light
She will crawl inside you
Barely five foot in height
Smile dripping in sarcasm
A rainbow child of the night
She smells faintly of cigarettes
And someone you know
A halo of dark hair
Secured with a bow
She watches and waits
For a heart filled with woe
She cheers whilst she jeers
My twisted gasoline rainbow
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Battered boots
Old torn tights
The way she moves
She refracts the light
She will crawl inside you
Barely five foot in height
Smile dripping in sarcasm
A rainbow child of the night
She smells faintly of cigarettes
And someone you know
A halo of dark hair
Secured with a bow
She watches and waits
For a heart filled with woe
She cheers whilst she jeers
My twisted gasoline rainbow
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