
a girl with no past, a girl with no future
you should know by now that kinda lifestyle doesn’t suit you
the same old smile covering the same old scars
day after day, so close yet so far
a bruised soul covered with flowers and marzipan
the sweet taste of shame to cover pain
a look of recognition before it happens
all over again
perhaps it really does take shit to make bliss
perhaps the mystery of that one true kiss
is what’s needed
to change a stubborn heart in ways that can’t be explained
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

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