she sat there, dressed like a feather
quite contrary to the lovely weather
she wears sunglasses to hide her shame
as her make-up run down to the drain
as the rain trickles down the side of her face
she gets lost in a sea of total disgrace
she should have known better to be trusting (whore)
but there's so little that she's lusting (for)
Pretty little lady, dressed for her big day
she's kinda stupid in her own little way
I don't blame her for wishing ill upon the one
responsible for ruining her little bit of fun
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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