lament
By tristessa
she dances in my made up worlds dons the tales i've spun iris likes to play dress up iris likes to make believe she whispers of the sins forgotten she listens to the way i breathe iris likes to espcape truth iris likes to fall in love she tells me that i'm something more she laments bitter in the night tears slide down ivory skin shimmers of her foolish pride iris likes to become me iris likes to make me cry iris is all i'll never be iris is the girl who died inside me Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 06 2002 03:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"she dances in my made up worlds..."