curl your feathered hair so the stars could entangle themselves to make you your own crown;
open wide your dainty arms to fit into the perfect dress made from galaxies wide spread;
narrate your fairytale as you contour your smoldered face with pink blush which could woe even a moon existing only for a night stay;
smack your plump lips to smudge the red dripping cosmos to fool even the satan himself;
tame your long eyelashes as you peak through them and form constellation from the sparkles in your eyes so enchanting;
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[i had to! sorry not sorry :))]
avertyou gaze when their stare burn through your garden of body; for now you are covered with glitter made from the glimmer they once called a sin;
nag away the voice in your head telling you to bow down before these unnamed kings as the crown now rests in the kingdom of your blooming thoughts within;
tear apart the clothes which once bruised your delicate pale skin and adorn it with silk;
incase their taunts and insults in the long forgotten prison of your silver mind;
needlessly, return to your own safe heaven and became the angel who was once called the devil by the pawns of this role play called "a man must lie with the woman";
end this black hole called 'society' by filling it up with the stardust of your beauty.
