Death
Sweet sweet freedom
Desolate, ladylike – a mistress in her own right
Striding through the quiet night
Sweeping up suitors, from left to right
Living her life free from pain
Dancing on empty wallets in the rain
The taste of temptation lingering on her lips
she wipes it away with a sickly kiss
But stop stop stop – quick! She’s getting away!
And all she had was left in disarray
A grave was laid down for her demise
But guess what? She is always revived
Holy shit!!!! Alex!!! ID you write this???
Dude!!! Wow. Just wow. I’m speechless. This reminded me of a dead drug dealer? Uh… I don’t know i’m Weird okay?
Like I thought of a drug dealer who suddenly died tragically or something. Uh… Point is loved this.
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Ahh YES, it’s my own writing!!! haha
OMG a drug dealer?? really??😂😂 – thats actually a really cool interpretation!!
Thank you so much!!
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You’re welcome!!! yes a drug dealer!!!!
Like I can see her wandering the streets of east London. An then she dies or something. Wow. I’m so insane.
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