dont approve of yellow envy calling
Tie me up in the ashes from wich you burnt my sober skin.
than kiss kiss kiss kiss the night that made you what you are.
warp it with you lips untill it drifts bloddy into a dream.
hear me cry while i stare at the sun through the door
shrieking because wasted beauty surrounds me
fearing because this feels gorgeous
killing myself with elegance bitter all over again
you turn away when i scream
and im yet begging:
make me pretty,
please.
I dont approve of your yellow envy calling
sitting up at night and with rapture, coughing.
lace around your thighs shows exactly what you wish for
laying on a repeate of cotton and satin banished to the floor.
make me. colour me.
hold on tight and promise,
that you'll show me a mirror pretty
and stop my pleading.