MysteryGirl
07-06-2013, 08:15 AM
Pieces (of you) on the floor
Everything I lost looks so different now.
I appreciate it from an outsiders view.
Before, these things didn’t matter much.
It was just normal because I was used to having it.
I was used to having the control to start and quit,
and abuse it and use it and think about it and wonder
about it.
But now that I don’t have it, it just seems like a vague
piece of nothing that was taken away from me.
You’re even prettier with guilt stains
on your dress and cobwebs
over your soul.
Can I go back now?
Do you believe in magicians?
No —— Not magic itself.
Magic itself would mean fairy-tales existed.
I hate feeling that sinking feeling - like I missed out.
I already convinced myself I didn’t.
Youth
I know you’re there.
I can feel you underneath my fingernails.
I seen you in the darkness last night,
when I took a walk to clear my memories.
I heard you in the song that just played by
Daughter and I think the lyrics suit you
more than well.
I **** you with plastic vibrations.
I love you with my everything.
Can you feel me?
No one else but me
Heaven is underneath your bed sheets
yesterday morning when sweat still lingered
in the air and we found drunken cum in the strangest places.
Hell is in the force of your trigger hand
pulling me into a grip that is inescapable
and I’m tied to the bed when you knew
The Devil is in the room and I can feel his
horns.
God couldn’t save me.
Lo(o)se
**** me and dry me off with cum
Because you said that white dress
looks good on me. They can’t
****ing tell a difference.
Hope I didn't get worse....
Everything I lost looks so different now.
I appreciate it from an outsiders view.
Before, these things didn’t matter much.
It was just normal because I was used to having it.
I was used to having the control to start and quit,
and abuse it and use it and think about it and wonder
about it.
But now that I don’t have it, it just seems like a vague
piece of nothing that was taken away from me.
You’re even prettier with guilt stains
on your dress and cobwebs
over your soul.
Can I go back now?
Do you believe in magicians?
No —— Not magic itself.
Magic itself would mean fairy-tales existed.
I hate feeling that sinking feeling - like I missed out.
I already convinced myself I didn’t.
Youth
I know you’re there.
I can feel you underneath my fingernails.
I seen you in the darkness last night,
when I took a walk to clear my memories.
I heard you in the song that just played by
Daughter and I think the lyrics suit you
more than well.
I **** you with plastic vibrations.
I love you with my everything.
Can you feel me?
No one else but me
Heaven is underneath your bed sheets
yesterday morning when sweat still lingered
in the air and we found drunken cum in the strangest places.
Hell is in the force of your trigger hand
pulling me into a grip that is inescapable
and I’m tied to the bed when you knew
The Devil is in the room and I can feel his
horns.
God couldn’t save me.
Lo(o)se
**** me and dry me off with cum
Because you said that white dress
looks good on me. They can’t
****ing tell a difference.
Hope I didn't get worse....