you put on your war paint, now i am wary
i paint my nails, stain my lips red as a cherry
he was the court and i was the jester
we both had hard feelings and left them to fester
put the makeup aside, i'm tired of games
i'll take the past and reduce it to flames
perhaps our fire is now perfectly matched
but can we hold on with no strings attached?
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
