Twisted
By Irb
Isn't she pretty now? Hunched in a corner with her arms hanging down... Look at her smile? No, look at her frown... She said it was all your fault. A straight-faced lie. She makes up another when you go to ask her why... Look at her smile? No, look at her sigh... You said you loved her still. A heartfelt apology. Wishing things were the way they used to be... Look at her smile? Yes, with absolute glee. She's bending you to her whim. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 07:51 AM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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"Isn't she pretty now? ..."