Don't stop i'm in a casual comfort little girl. I'm medicated. I'm reborn. Just tell me when to remember that i'm just in a temporary state of numb worship and calm rejoices; Shall I be your saviour?
katie you've never been a good little girl. Your eyes of leather thorns and the hair that grows out of the sprouts from under your Jeans tells me that you're a big girl now. Your scent - the perect drug takes us to the tree of primal favors. Norishment, but nothing more.
Your face of ornamental rubber-foam that now crumbles everytime i wipe those pours of yours. Remind me why i ever loved you because i'm having a hard time believing that we were ever lovers.