lonely girl sitting in her chair,
while twirling her hair.
overhearing fair ladies outside her broken stare.
"oh my, Jerome is such a slob. He doesn't respect me. What a lone!" one of the fair ladies with blonde hair said.
the girl on her chair, half dead, holding the thread, Seems to be intrigued by such crumbling, crappy, chat.
"I know he is. he's such a cute, nice, loving dude, but also a bitching brat.... heh.." one of the fair ladies with gorgeous skin replied.
As the thread gets tighter, the liar is higher.
the liar hides and resides in the darkest parts of her mind.
toxicity infecting her mind, she has to be vile to survive.
she, the fair lady with the gorgeous skin.
the girls thread has paused deceasing, momentarily, as one of the fair ladies caught the girl, and gives a stare right at her soul. "foul girl, listening to our chat. must we have a rat to nag?" the fair lady with the blue eyes sneered and questioned the other ladies...
Authors note: where am I going with this? To be continued with awfully bad punctuation.
