And what's the worst you can do?
Slap me on the wrist,
tell me what a bad girl I've become?
(What can I say?)
A bad excuse is better than none.
all this glory of your chosen one,
won't save the willingly condemned...
to spite every hail mary you can spit,
angels don't mourn the merciless.
Author notes
ehh. I have issues with this one and I'll be amazed if I keep it up for more than five minutes. So. We could call it a work in progress but I doubt it will get worked on, ever. =]
Give it to me =]
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I guess its because I know you but I see you in your work. And thats what I love about it. isee kayla standing there screaming out her bare true soul. God doll you are a genius!
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its decent, kinda makes me wonder what you did and the context of the poem, very intriguing.
I can relate to this on the highest level.
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