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Stain (UK) - Little Miss Star by JizzaPr0
3:27 24 0 10 лет
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grey clouds give roads cover a lonely standout drifts to the balcony admire the paper aircraft fly by wings folded gradually her breath used tactically employs itself to the back of my neck to exact her revenge she tastes like melodrama her faith in karma, like it guides our pain away its not an argument, its fate i cant quite see the same vision inside the flame glistens and i could swear her mother heard us i know she never got me, never took me into her heart as a mother should i understood white snow turns to water thickened by grey dirt, learned from summers wood my lumbering figure clumbersum and trouble worthy had her hand out like i owed her money a manage a smile because this stories funny and the way she tells it, lies with bells on like she's helpless, oscar winning a penchant for those gangsta rap songs wine, and midnight swimming shes the girl i dreamt of when i was twelve watching true romance just old enough to get the undertones and feel so tense i was that geek, she was that crazy chick id break my own laws for take every fall for, practically die for never cry and never hurt an inch she's little miss not from round here (the roads lead in all directions) her little mischiefs not welcome (you bring trouble to a happy home) her little mistakes are big ones (you cant go back with two right turns) little miss stars a bad one... (to the bone, a roaming angel wingless) ice on the steps she's hard to grip but keeps her hand locked in mine her frosty shine swaggers in the winter sun she wears the right clothes for the season and only digs holes for a reason shes into guns, a fascination more than a pastime i follow her hand tracing over the case as i rest mine im not the last guy that'll buy into her smile and witty remarks she can be filthy she can be an adverts idea of clean i try to speak but the only words i hear are dreams nothing seems like it was solemnly i touch her broken face frozen, still in place her eyes wide like the shot came as a shock she never even dropped, she stood and held my fingers close reminded me of march, the day the church shut early we sat on the wall and laughed for hours i held her like i would hold flowers, powerless she told me of her father how for him the falklands came too soon how she was teased at school the kids would say she was born of a silver spoon but life was never perfect i said, honestly, happiness isnt worth it dreaming of the day we'd both deserve it the common touch. she's little miss not from round here (the roads lead in all directions) her little mischiefs not welcome (you bring trouble to a happy home) her little mistakes are big ones (you cant go back with two right turns) little miss stars a bad one... (to the bone, a roaming angel wingless)