TO YET ANOTHER SELF-INDULGENT PAGE OF WASTED SPACE
Wicked horizon,darkness and shivers
Becoming a taker,battered as a giver
Becoming a dyer ,shattered as a liver
Harder by the second,ridiculous to pretend
That she could be pretty,lovable or thin
I am she..she is me
Lots of us
We are we
Wallflowers resenting butterflies
Living only to plot ways to die
Throwing up food and distasteful men
Punching the air,cursing the lids
That open daily to new recollection
Of belt welts and drunken dads
Of friendly facades and fictional laughs

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Tranqulity's Busom
"Anything you want" you said..Tugged my heartstrings till I bled.."Someone take my life I sai,,Disappointed,broken,left for dead..Is there justice within the realm ..of Love's possiblities..Overwhelmed..I tummyache for some sweet call to medicate the pain of it all..An angel's voice,serene and soft..Flowing like honey,sliding gently off..My ears..leaving me to rest..In tranquility's busom at last I press
~*Pink Coat*~
This pink suede coat,the one with the fur..Razzles,dazzles,hugs,kisses seems to love this girl..Tiara glistening with fake diamonds,heart on the mend..So proud to find this treasure,makes me not miss my pleasure with him..He never felt so grand on my skin..He was wasted breath with a sour twist...A lemon man with a rotten bliss..Raging beneath lies well disguised..Behind pretty thighs and sea colored eyes..BUT that silken delight contained within ...This pink suede coat outdoes him..And that tells me shallow is the one..That got away and I thank God
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