grey.

she looks like daylight and a drama movie
her voice sounds like a faint summer rain smells like vanilla and cinammon
in her bedsheets, remains a lavender scent
her eyes, you see desire glistening
slightly similar to a tv screen glitching

she tastes like bad decisions
you feel it once you kiss her
meds dancing in her bloodstream
from the doorway where she lingers
champagne on ice and fire in her heart
deadly sins scattered on the floor

she's always so needy
trying her best to please him
he's home from work, and asks for whiskey
no time's wasted while being obedient
her heart cracks at the poor scene
when she walks, you can hear the chains clicking

normal girls don't understand their feelings
they're not allowed to experience freedom
always restrained, their bodies conditioned
down your hair, don't use that much glitter
it's 9 AM, you don't need to wear red lipstick
good girls don't carry a rebel demeanor