You were a bad idea, but I loved ideas that were no good,
I played along because two can play a game, but no good girl should.
But I'm no good either, I trust silver over gold,
Because now people trust metals when they can't trust men.
Or women for the matter we're all the same,
Wild thorns are more loyal than grommed orchids which pretend to be tame.
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips