21:54
Thursday, 23 July
Sitting with pretty dolls,
and bundles of toilet rolls
Sippy cup in my hand,
noises played by the band
Heard the footsteps outside,
running around and round
Heart beating so loud,
now I might just throw up
Was sitting in my bed,
now why my lips' so red?
Thought it would be so nice,
wear a tight dress for once
He said, "come and have some fun"
then one minute he's gone
Lights blinding my eyes,
theirs rolling like dice
Now in a room alone,
doors' tightly locked
Dress and hair undone,
their love stories muffled
I see bodies grinding,
and hearts start exploding,
The faucet's running
while I'm here crying.
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Her Unspoken Mind
Поэзия"cause she's brewing storms in her mind, while she lays on her bed everynight."
