

Choice'You know,' she writes, as the pen etches pressure onto paper 'That my thoughts about the ultimate bad boy are bad for my figure. Fattening, like chocolate gorging....and oh, so sweet.'Choice
And the ultimate good girl, the Catholic sweetheart, the simple scholar The obedient daughter The friend in a time of need Will never admit to the desire for more chocolate than is good for her.
A pack of smokes and a beer And perhaps a guitar here and there Versus a good history textbook and a pencil in her hair Not quite a match made in heaven Especially when she knows the end re


BatsThere's bats in the bottom of my stomach. A need for the whipping, cries the magistrate. And I watch, helpless, as my other self is ransomed. Is being taken still a prelude to dying? The French are so romantic in their terms of endearment. While I, alone, am more blunt force trauma in my words.Bats
Deviation. Desperation. And the crashing of the metal and the glass, twisted in some endless embrace. Oh, for the dark. Deep secrets, always hidden. And hide the desire for the ultimate in dangerous tastes.
God, for the swallow of an alcoholic cider. Screaming f


ConvincedSo if she stubs this cigarette out in the palm of her hand Will the beat in her head from the drums last night Shut the fucking hell up in face of the pain?Convinced
A broken heart is like praying on shattered glass
Useless.
So, hes sending her to hell in that outfit Black leather and silver chain That good girls falling Past tattered feathers and wispy clouds
How perfect a picture can I paint with these words of mine?
Enough to convince you. Enough to convulse from. Enough to choke on.
Theres only so much rage and
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