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She smiles. A vivacious, curvaceous grin Crammed full of pearly menace. How many sins Are hidden within The cigarette-stained canvas And a life soaked in gin.
Fractured features and a crooked smile to match. Disillusioned morals with hard skin and a working ethic. Liked, not loved. Feared, not respected. A coward in many an eye.
And I find myself seeing everything pertaining to her. The sunset on seagreen waves reflects off the sand like her creamy white skin and ice warm eyes.
This Christmas Day, We had so many family; Friends, neighbours, A magnificent assembly: Mr Bump, forever drunk, Miss Flirt, with her new short skirt, Mr Bore, with stories galore, Miss Scream,...
#adventchallenge. S for selfishness-it's all about him,. C for childhood-his past is nothing,. R for a 'riddle' from ear to ear,. O for oblivious to Christmas cheer,. O once more for a gaping hole,.
I was there to witness. Candice’s inner princess. She wants the boys to notice. Her rainbows, and her ponnies. She was educated. But could not count to ten. How she got lots of different horses.
You're a cyan blue glow,. Painfully beautiful,. Cold-intimate,. A constant struggle. To hold on to,. Pin down,. False-seriousness and. Empathy amiss,. Toss your hair,. Swagger, grin,. Reel them in,.
He is built like a tank. Air head and thick like a plank. He was quite the defeatist. High on steroids and the meanest. Hated his reflection but always looked. Catching glimpses whenever he could.
To the naked eye. She is beauty wrapped in gold. You want to touch. To know what someone like her is to hold. Women wish. They had just a tiny bit of her beauty. Men wish.
The Queen of Envy sits upon her throne. Surveying all that she commands. Her insecurity comes at a price. And her subjects bow to her demands. Once transparent in her land. Of lush verdant green hues.
Too much time but she has no occupation. Cheap red wine her daily medication. This city is dead, where's the recreation. Close your eyes and start the hibernation.
Looking at the sallow pale face How ever did you get to this place.
I see her standing at her window Burning in her loneliness, Consumed by her own flame, A furnace bent on self-destruction, As if ageless But now riddled with lines, And oft I wonder Why does she...
I walked into a room which I've seen before but it has a different significance now. I saw a girl standing there before me, she looked different from the last time I stumbled upon her.