Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#quoi
What are the odds Of finding je ne sais quoi When you're searching for it In the middle of a dead language Or in a parallel universe Like Sputnik Sweetheart
0
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
Sputnik
Je ne sais quoi Yeah, she don't got it no more. They aborted it from her when they sold her the the false perfection elixir that soul'd her out Hook, line, and sink her gut her, fillet her. Ctrl-alt-del the fetus, the sacrifice of the inner-child. Molested into the machinery of Moloch He butchered the absolute heart of the poem of life out of her body. She stands naked goddess-less kicked into the prison pit of existence Now she's like everybody. She's nobody.
0
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Inner Child Sacrifice