Dori

Honey

 

 

My gossamer angel kissed half-broken wing

My delightful, sickening honey comb thing

The phone that has dropped and a call that will ring

Answer her quickly before it turns spring

When a succubus cries the whole town will pour

A purple-eyed beauty pinned into a whore

Paint her black like the polish she wore

A fairytale ending but a nightmare much more

Comments1

  • Neville



    .......................Sweet 🙂



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