teen sitcomA Poem by dead boyfriendnice weather today
she's a carousel of lovers; bow before homecoming queen
built from holy Roman marble and a pound of Maybeline a hundred cameras catching teeth; unconscious girl out the door friendship bracelets slipping off and melodrama turns to gore cherries popped beneath high heels; someone threw up on the wall no more teacups, dolls are gone- big girls play with alcohol © 2014 dead boyfriendAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthordead boyfriendR'lyeh , CAAboutHi, I'm fifteen and I like dead things and long walks on the ocean floor. more.. |