September 14, 2019. 5:28 PM
She sang and walked
Leaving behind a trail of something
Once warm and with flow
Her shiny, pinkish cheeks
They told no lies
People will never dare say such a crime
A girl like her and her little dance
She will never ever break her act
Dancing, dancing
Flowy and tall dress
Lingerie and more shiny cheeks
Rolling down the road
In those dirty, dirty runaway clothes
Nice, little high-heel shoes
Up in them all night long
In those dirty, dirty bar shows
Stages and stages
Who would've thought?
She killed a man
Six shots in a row!
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Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
