sugar filled lips
so glossy.
eyes so pure.
fling back your cinnamon hair.
oh, the boys are looking for sure.
arching your brittle back
you give them what they desire.
you try to act ice cold.
but still, you are on fire.
you're happy for who you are.
beautiful.
that's all you can see.
beauty is only skin deep.
and you've proven that reluctantly.
watch the little girls follow you.
how you poison their little minds.
you so unconsciencely teach them.
you're precious evils of many kinds.
stone cold heart.
so lonely.
blood flows so slow.
soul strained from hatered.
oh, the girls yearn for you to go.
to a place where they can block you.
a place where the boys will remember.
every other girl in the halls.
instead of the beauty who thaws december.
 
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