a plastered heart, that's melted so many times
it almost reaps the death of flowers, through fragile fingers.
I was that girl, in dodger blue dress,
with the purple ponytail; those days faded
like old jeans, those denims were damaged,
from too many ruined requims -
I sung a demented song, so I weep the entrails
of a failed audition on my lips, tinitus kisses my ears,
with deadly poison as words are thrown fast at a fragile face -
I hope cosmetics can put life back into limp cheeks
and gangrene wavers of skin.
This is just one act of revenge he's given
and I know he's far from over yet.
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