Waste my time.
Distract me from the pain of other earthly things. Raise my Hope from the dead. Give it mouth to mouth, Sloppily, Spit-flying, And So *****. Inflate its lungs. Out & in, in & out. Bruise its lips. We all are just Living to die. Right? Take me to church-- Show me God, boy. Bring me to my knees, Make me sing his praises. Shed your tears on my bare back while we break classroom desks apart. Piece by piece, You use me. You shape me, And Create me into yours. Make me wear skirts with stockings. Make me play nice. Make me smile. You know you want to. Make me wear fishnets. Make me tease you. Make me want to please you. I know I want to. Let's play dress up for the night. Let's Spider-Man climb the walls of our insecurities and broken hearts. Let's bite each others shoulders, Don't you wanna get primal with me? Tell me I'm pretty. Say it, Say it, Say it. Be good and I'll reward you. Be bad and I'll ignore you. Make me feel all nasty. Make me feel so graceful. Make me feel so perfect. Pedestal perfect. Pedestal perfect. Pedestal perfect. Let's just pray I don't fall.
Dress up your depression
Stockings and lipstick Dancing and music No it's all scattered A mess everywhere Just keep shedding tears Mask your pain With ***** and *** Clubs and latex No you're too sheltered Poor and locked away Openly showing ugly shame Take it as a specialty Write pretty plays and poetry Make meaning for your suffering No you have no talent Give up and sleep all day end it all can't hide the pain
I'm the girl with a yellow mac
and red stockings. When it's autumnal, I kick the weathered leaves and stand neath the boughs, whispering to the impending season i stand alone and need no one else.
Long Lean Legs
wrapped in black patterned stockings, Calling to all To look upon her long lines and admire Ready to take her boldly where ever she needs to go The questions is can her mind make the bold choice To finally use those legs and run?
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