You know those kinds of girls who look like they're made of honey and glass
like sticky sweet ash
and you can't get the taste off your tongue?
burnt sugar and a little bit of rum?
and she dances in the rain with her clothes on
drenched to the bone and never knows when she's all gone
but she's the life of the party and deep down I know that nobody flinches when they take off her clothes
and I wonder what it's like to be one of those girls
to sit in the sun and look at the world and never think
"wow. Am I enough?"
cause life is easy when you know that you're the main character
and I'm sitting here thinking it's not fair but
her smile makes it so hard to be mad
it's not her fault that I'm so f*cking sad
so I'll sit her and look at these girls in the sun
dancing in the rain and having their fun
and maybe one day I can forget the past
and be one of those girls
of
honey and glass
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my thoughts
Poesíaeverything that goes on in my head (i know, my english isn't perfect)