those pretty eyes of yours never miss anything
you look around and flutter those eyelashes
things come to you and if they don't
you sit and wait and you are wasting
you just flutter
and unlike the brave little caterpillar
no one will ever see you fly out
what happened to all those colors
that will never feel the sun or
the top of all those trees
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
dolly girl
you better run, little girl
use those sexy legs for
something other than
your own destruction
let them carry you
away from this
your very own
personal sabotage
they lied to you
pretty, pretty
because nothing
is easy especially
when you look
like a doll and
act like one,
too
not even the dogs
will come when
you call and
no one would ever
get grass stains
for you
screams are silenced
by the echo of
no one cares, really
so brush it off and
keep trying to
lure them in with
your tacky lip gloss
and that makeup
that runs and it
stains their pillowcases
you know you leave
your mark and
they kiss their wives
with the mouths
that went to
your fountain of youth
oh you poor, poor
lovely damaged creature
they lied to you
and you hoped
that maybe this
would only last
until the sunrise
but no, it's here
dancing with dawn
what bruises that
porcelain skin? and those
big, empty brown eyes?
searching, never finding
crying but no one
hears
use those sexy legs for
something other than
your own destruction
let them carry you
away from this
your very own
personal sabotage
they lied to you
pretty, pretty
because nothing
is easy especially
when you look
like a doll and
act like one,
too
not even the dogs
will come when
you call and
no one would ever
get grass stains
for you
screams are silenced
by the echo of
no one cares, really
so brush it off and
keep trying to
lure them in with
your tacky lip gloss
and that makeup
that runs and it
stains their pillowcases
you know you leave
your mark and
they kiss their wives
with the mouths
that went to
your fountain of youth
oh you poor, poor
lovely damaged creature
they lied to you
and you hoped
that maybe this
would only last
until the sunrise
but no, it's here
dancing with dawn
what bruises that
porcelain skin? and those
big, empty brown eyes?
searching, never finding
crying but no one
hears
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