Vulnerable VillainStunning in your trashbag coutureVulnerable Villain
Still sends a statement, though done before
Beautiful malcontent look over this way
Let me speak, hear me out, let yourself be swayed
There's hope in you for discontent, want, need
Just as there's hope in me for passion and greed
Look past the knee socks, plaid, and cross
I can see past your black, chains, and frost
Appetite and desire still bloom in me
If you would stop judging you'd be able to see
You're a hypocrite, you know, counter cultured and all
But you study me to cut me down - you're obviously enthralled
Endlessly, She SaidOctober 5th, 1944. It was a year ago today that she had received the news. She was a wiped out shell of a girl anymore. The little Irish cailin he had fallen in love with was gone. Her blue eyes, brilliant before, were now dull with little sleep and too many hours spent watching people in agony. Her pale skin, which had glowed with her lust for life, was now simply a sickly white from spending long hours at the side of death. Her freckles were almost nonexistent. And her hair. Once long, full-bodied, and vibrantly red with health, it now hung lifeless to hEndlessly, She Said
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