She rose from the ashes Escaped with her life... But left with scars and gashes Smeared make up on her face along with wet eye lashes Her bank account cashless Out of all her friends she lived life the fastest Bumped skinks with many mens' Life's hard on the boulevard...now mentally scared The sky cries Pure raindrops are meant to cleanse those of their sins A little of her dies Slowly but surely he grows within her insides The result of loose lips seductive hips and open thighs All she wanted was diamonds and gold Plot begins to unfold...3 minutes and 6 seconds her being is placed on hold Now out in the cold Wet Dark Street He body has just been sold
9 months and counting.... He's coming to rise and make her world
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There's always a message laced between your wordplay -- *It Speaks Volumes*
~Softly~
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
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