Sunday, November 23, 2008

Let Me Be Your Lodestar

She's got the most innocent face with the most deviant stare. Be cautious. She knows your thoughts before you construct them. And when she cries it looks beautiful but her tears are made of acid. If you try to wipe them away it's guaranteed you'll get burned. She sleeps in a bed of roses but hides the thorns until you join her. PRICK. She'll suck you in until your obligated to stay but secretly you'll love it. And we'll always create our own misery. 

1 comment:

willowchronicles said...

sometimes the best pleaures come from pain, and we feed off of them