notizie cattive

pour me a drink

    and I'm yours

          I've got bottles of reasons

                 but there's no beating cause,

                      no bleeding heart
                            surrounding me now
                               which way is happy?
                               which way is hell?
                            someone turned the music up
                       do you feel it now
                   the dress is begging to come off
               as you reach
          textures like sunshine
      envelope your every move

anticipate your every desire

               a quiet dark place is all we need

 

 

 

                             baby, I'm bad news

Author's Note

rilo kiley is bad news. photo courtesy of deviantART.

Reviews

[Steffi]

I like how this was starting out with pouring a drink and moving along throughout the night and the pattern you wrote it in was wavey as if in a drunken stupour :D

[Girl, Interrupted]

i like the way you spaced this out. still dont like the last line in it! i think youd have a much stronger piece without it