Continue The Boom
Here's a little story I'd like to tell about the Teenage Heartbreak Queen. And because of her, it's me and my misery. She may not be my best friend, but is it too much to say that I have feelings? I've cried as I held her hand.
I can't say that I love her madly. In this moment, I don't think we'll ever change. But in time, we will. It will never be the same. Does this even make sense?
I don't know if I've ever danced to the tune to my own heart. Would she dance to mine? Would she ever love me madly? Now it's just me and my misery. I sometimes wake up to her eyes in my mind. Fresh, just off a dream. I will forever cry. I don't smile anymore.
I don't care about the dresses you wore before. You have become who you are meant to be. I saw her under the street lights as someone I would grow to love. Ma Cherie. Drifting away. Yes, that was my plan.
Prefer the needle? No. I won't make you love me anymore. The things you do, they make me crazy. But please, don't ever walk away from me.
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THE FUNERAL TOUR {A letter to Palaye Royale }
Short StoryA weird, unique, wicked and corrupted story (letter), inspired by the talented geniuses, Remington, Emerson and Sebastian of the Fashion Art Rock Band, Palaye Royale. These three beautiful spirits have helped me become the person I've always wanted...
