parisnathalia

ahahahaa aahahhahah
why dont I
ahahahaa aahahhahah
get drunk, and scream, go out and check them out
and boys really like me, my sexy look, and lovely looks
ahahahaa aahahhahah
Hey babe cant you see I cant get late
cause I dont need your paid drinks, to get me home with a
boy hung over,
Im not alone, Im not immortal, love made my immortal strenght into
frigile human skin, broken flesh and bones ,
well ohh I love what you do
well boys I taste your lips, and Im not around
Im addicted to you
but you know that im your voices of your souls
can you hear me now
babe can you see, that guys should ware a warning
taste of those lips and im not around
so lonely,
do I feel it now
the taste of boys
can I hear my speak to shout, when I whisper
im addicted to you, and im ready now
and I know you all like what you see
all your talk about me,
I see all these wicked releasionships yes
and no not a way I wanna live,
but Im typed to poems metaphore,
Thats not my dicission, I dont see through boys or girls drugs,
and they dont see through my skin
all look up to down, give me sweet words
and hit me there after
but nothings perfect
neigter am I, do my taste of boys give headache, or heartache
ahahahah
just cant do nothing but gisp, from a never ending pattern of a corset,
so if I lay down, who will I see boy,
what type have I tasted,
taste of boys with a hurt warning
taste of boys with a marriged warning
am I sorry