Walking around in a tight red dress
And some heels.
You should expect this, right?
You're the one that choose to wear that.
You're the one that choose to wear that
Makeup.
So it's your fault if they stare,
If they whisper,
If they make faces.
Just go home and change,
People don't like it when you're confident.
m.r
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Poesía1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
