By Misti
Date: 2002 Mar 09
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Lying Red

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