Join me, by eleanor maslen
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Its not love when you think of me,
Its lust, its sex, it has to be.
I am a nighmare, a ghost of a girl,
and you know deep down i'll destroy your world.
My blood runs cold and my heart colder,
and this will not change as i grow older.
You think you are the one that can change me still
when no man can do this and never will.
I dont want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice,
and i know you want me, my soul, my voice.
But i am hated and full of shame,
so much so god knows not my name.
I break people down, the pain within
you dont want to join me, this life i live in. |
Posted: 2011-10-19 10:58:06 UTC |
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