My friend is a Figurine collecting dust
waiting for a guy who loves everyone but her to love her too
She wears tight dresses and stilettos that bruise her feet, she burns her lungs with cigarettes for she read somewhere that girls who smoke look attractive.
Her clothes are bathed in expensive perfume and she can never stop taking pictures for Instagram in the hopes that one day he'll like just one picture.
My friend is a figurine collecting dust for the person she is was replaced by who she's trying to be.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoetryFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
