Blister Chick
Heart-stick,blister chick
she is after you,
you don't want her, but she wants you,
I'm sorry to tell you its nothing you can do.
she loves you, so much its huts, its almost like a curse,
it feels just like the northern wind. its crawling under your skin.
and people remember you,you see, for trying to be free,
you were mad now your just sad, how can a blister chick,
love you so much like a heart-stick?
so have you ever loved some one Mr fuck?
Poetry by Dirty-pretty-things
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Written on 2006-11-26 at 01:52
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