could you really ever be someone else?
the great act of pretending is a skill
a skill that it wouldn't be so bad to have
i can't act any different, think any less
mind over matter is what girls do best
the shy summer-time, mid-June's current
the winding winter snow, lost November
will you ever win?
hearts drop and stop beating
my love my love can you feel the fire clearing
it won't appeal to men like you to read this
your mind is dull and grey, born to die within it
practical, pointless rules you are built with
fathers and fathers before them still won't get it
the women is a goddess the men are underneath
the last straw, the last bow, the final speaking m
YOU ARE READING
soft porn magazine / part two
Poetrypromise to never forget me or the melted soft porns magazine
