They thought she was a beauty queen
With a beautiful face
She was a pretty thing
But her heart was cold as space
With a glare that left a mark and sting
Her soul is a dark and empty place
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random thoughts + poetry
Acak"why must I look at the sun, when all I need to do is look at your smile?" ~o.r
Beauty Queen
They thought she was a beauty queen
With a beautiful face
She was a pretty thing
But her heart was cold as space
With a glare that left a mark and sting
Her soul is a dark and empty place
