Iamagoodgirl Daddy told me so Clasping his gin with ice Sliding over vocals spent, Crossed his legs while I lay Bent, distorted, wondering Had I been a dick, would it
Beads of sweat POPPED glistening In radiance, dampness clung, Sheen of soiled perspiration Like dark skies blanket, mourning. Giddy head sways in waves of foreboding,
Miles of tears trail in glory A-c-r-o-s-s desolate landscape Buried among stormy skies, Find you under hidden roof Lost in thought staring at four walls Sliding matter across glassy floors,
Goodbye, my love It’s been a blast. Not what I expected at all. Did I say that? Impolite! Pupils busily exploding. My Achilles Heel Kick up dust, No intentions of gaining
The Camouflaged Boy War:(noun) An armed struggle especially between nations. Did blood pump your veins, skin pale to a sickly shade? Fragile youth already sold,