Hush your highness dont you breath.
It gives me the creep,You high looking so cheap,
But i still love you more,
you smelling so classy but looking like a whore.
oh you cant walk,
sitting there high trying to talk,
Your scars on my wrist,
wanting to scream, "its because of you i do this!"
Inside I do cry,
and now you have drowned from all the tiers, but still you lie,
So close your eyes and let me lead,
hush your highness don't you breath!
Poetry by Dirty-pretty-things
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Written on 2009-01-22 at 04:49
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