❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Darling, the spell of sweet shiny things is not what they call as classic, but even old-mighty, reputed kings might take a sip of pink-toxic plastic.
The delicious neon on your tongue is more lethal than it indicates- because I'm a honeyed crime among all the other pretty, luscious baits.
The light of your life, the fire of your loins; you ignore the red blush of your wife to throw me some gold coins.
You think you're in honor of this expensive excuse of foolish entity but you're a goner; just a flick of my red nail polish.
The world is in its own ugly scavenge; if il bacio was in 21st century it would be a revenge of nostalgic brutal injury.
'Cause darling, the spell of sweet shiny things creates a glimmering red blood, long– line between obsession and flings, and that line happens to be my flimsy thong.
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A U T H O R' S N O T E
"likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom Chateau Marmont; slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac fumes, says it feels like heaven to him"
This song was stuck in my head for days, and basically this is what inspired me to write this poem.
"Abuse seems love, till the pink tinted heart shaped glasses are off."
