SimpleWrangler
05-23-24, 02:13
There was an English guy, back in the 80's who wrote something like this:
Midnight in my room, she will come up.
I hear footsteps on the stairs, I see the door.
Lampshade, Blue sheet.
Silk curtains, your naked body.
Poison Girl.
Green eyes shine at me in the mirror.
Your body is a pleasure from beginning to end.
Alone in my room, I wake up without you.
I keep talking to the walls until sunshine's.
Poison Girl.
You are so calm, and.
Every night you get to my room.
Room gets smaller, and time breaths.
Midnight in my room, she will come up.
I hear footsteps on the stairs, I see the door.
Lampshade, Blue sheet.
Silk curtains, your naked body.
Poison Girl.
Green eyes shine at me in the mirror.
Your body is a pleasure from beginning to end.
Alone in my room, I wake up without you.
I keep talking to the walls until sunshine's.
Poison Girl.
You are so calm, and.
Every night you get to my room.
Room gets smaller, and time breaths.