werds II

[elazar]

Nothing personal I said to lilith before she smacked me in the face

But that hat you wear that draws the stares is a true disgrace

The songs you sing the mood you bring while filling up the room

Your audience of one right here is hard to bare I swear on grandmas tomb

Enchanting youre not my bones may rot and fall off my skin before you win

You win and my face is red and stung my tounge silenced your hands violence brings me back to the fact I lack tact in the sack

Next time lilith bats her eyelashes licks her lips swivels her hips at you
Dont do what I do

Nevermind youre really too kind

salut
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