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The Party Dress Cigarette
Contributed by
Sirena_Degana
on
Friday, 18th March 2005 @ 07:46:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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she walks around in black and white
with beaded pearls
and a pretty grin.
she'll treat you like a paper doll.
set you aflame.
paint your face.
She'll light you up
and put you out like a cigarette.
She'll prescribe you, and label you,
sell you and take you.
Just to see your pretty face when you scream.
Tell her she's lovely,
tell her she's priceless.
Tell her you love her one more time.
Just to hear her despise.
You imbibe her torture, you love the pain.
To treat her like royalty would be out of your way.
She cries on your shoulder, and smiles as you say your sorry.
The rain pours as you look out your window,
under the moonlight she stays,
cutting away the last bit of you dignity,
the last bit of your pride.
You deny it happened,
that one linen lie.
You say she's special,
that she's different from the rest.
But she has your name in a little black book.
and one day you'll wake up, with her blood on your hands,
you'll keep it to yourself, but everyone already knows.
your intentions were to fix, not to end...
you bury her in her beaded pearls and pretty grin,
and drink the arsenic in the blood on your hands.
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