By Misti Date: 2002 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.09.17.08.23505]] |
I'm ice-cold like the Bud in his hand I'm the Queen of Rejection I'm the angry girl better left alone whatever he does Daddy did more I'm broken in and nothing matters he can fuck me and call it love try to sell me on the stars he thinks he put in my sky I can lie without conscience I can lie down on his bed of wilted roses and fake forever bleeding sugar needing nothing more than the friction the aching biology the cheap trip to the moon |