she loves the burn,
of bubble baths.
will this hurt,
forever last?
she got addicted
to a certain kind of saddness.
one that makes her feel at home,
with all her madness.
she liked tears in her bathtub,
classy with bubble soap.
she wished this water
would clean her soul,
would clean her innocence.
but then she'd stop the water works.
chin up,
even when it hurts.
take a swing of her pink champagne,
turn up the music, to feel sane.
wipe away mascara stains,
and drown her tears,
forget him like her fears.
-k.a
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love lies
Poetry"what would you do if she said you couldn't see me anymore?" the lonely girl asked the lost boy. "i'd be more secretive." his lips never lied to the girl he loved, yet his heart lied all the time, to the girl he calls "mine." / / / / heres to my sec...
