Slut

by CorruptedDreamer   Oct 5, 2004


Beds of thorns,
floors of broken glass,
and walls of razors
could not be more painful
than that word
coming from your mouth.
I thought you were different
than all the other people.
I thought you saw me
through different eyes.
Or do you,
but you just want to impress
those people that are no better
than that word?

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  • 20 years ago

    by Shona

    good :) i liked it

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