By Riggs
Date: 29 May 2000

Pretty Paper

I could write a love song
that described your beauty in detail.
But fuck that shit.
It's getting tired.
And who gives a fuck about image.
Is that who you are?
Just a decoration in my bedroom.
A trophy on my arm.
You better believe not,
cos that would make you replaceable.
And you're not.
Cos who gives a shit about the wrapping paper?
If the present isn't any good.
And even the prettiest paper,
won't stop us ripping it off
to see what's inside.
But what's best
is when the present is exactly what we wanted.
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