my friends are these baddies
sorta kinda girls that wear black and wing out their eyeliner
they wear what ever they want and they do whatever the fuck they want
they make dirty things sound pretty
and are like roses in a vase of whiskey
they make dirty things pretty and they lick their lips
and their bomb ass lipstick doesn't come off
my girls are the kind that you find in movies
because they are just that perfect
they are the epitome of anti hero
the paradox of perfectly flawed and
I'd never change that for the world
my girls make dirty things beautiful, and if they don't make it beautiful
they don't have to, because their shining beauty transcends the dirt
and the dust
and the shit, and they throw up and handful of dust,
as it rains down, and smile though it
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
