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The Working Girl Bella hung on a telegraph poleThe Working Girl by ~Espoir-noir
On a dully lit street corner
Pretending she was doing fine
As the crispy night got colder
She watched the small insects
Flit about the light on the post
Thinking bout the things she's seen
Cause she's seen more than most
And as she stood there on her corner
In her faded party dress
She faked a little smile
Trying hard to look her best
A man pulled up just next to her
And as he rolled his window down
Bella stepped forward into the light
Trying hard to not look down
"What's your name, little missy?"
Mr. Money-bags inquired
Not particularly caring
Just wanting what he desired
"My name'
shame Dedicated liesshame by ~Espoir-noir
on a shoe string budget of shame
if all to be is self inflicted that why is there so much pain
on a crashing high in this violation of my mind
its a self inflicted hell
im not one of my kind
seaweed comes creeping in
to rape and steal and kill
this bitter, burning, acidic pill
self inflicted, oh but why?
shame oh shame as this passes by
why? oh why?
InApiece The clairvoyance that fadedInApiece by ~Espoir-noir
between the lines
A shadow of doubt
as so inclined
when one is two
and two is too much
To be free in a cage
- in a small rusted hutch
A perverted sense
of the untold
This necrosis currently
taking hold
Nothing sensical or
sane within reach
to be failing and drowning as boarders are breached
Failure in abundance and success in none
This painful existence
is coming undone
Move forward and above
- as Icarus leads
When it lives on this sleeve
this pumping mass bleeds
And bleeds,
And bleeds............
Sta.sh
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Songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence.
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Sorry for my bad english
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This Is Freedom ?
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Songwriters should make their statements and move on, maintaining a dignified silence.
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This Is Freedom ?
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My only friends speak no words to me, but they look at me and they don't forget that a boy's best friend is his mother or whatever has become his pet.
We do not learn lessons from peace. There are no scars of happiness.
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She's hanging all her hopes on the stars