I had perfection
In my bed
An angels flying
In my head
I had perfection
On my mind
But I was alone
In such short time

Prettiest girl at the prom,
what would I give for just one dance alone?
Oh, don't you know,
you'll never find a love like me?

Pick one.

Love or lust.

Looks or logic.

Held to trust,

secretly toxic.

mindless dribble

fuck me again
god dammit.

where no one else can see..
no one has to know how bad i nee you to fuck me.


dont hate me for this

The Cabbie's Daughter

Sea urchin. Dweller. Nothing more.
A young ward turned a filthy whore.
The young lad weeps, and strays afar.
The cabbie's daughter feels nothing more.

She feels, she sees, nothing more.
A future foretold in modern "folklore".
A tale so dark, taking the pure.
A young ward turned a filthy whore.

He's running, huffing, falls to the floor.
Still hurt by the girl who's love he swore.
He's begging and pleading to God, "No more."
The young lad weeps and strays afar.

A middle-aged man without much to lose
sits idly, rotten straight down to the core.
For what he once thought would be his muse
created a downright filthy whore.

The cabbie's daughter feels nothing more.