Gothic She Is
Gothic She Is
Pale white skin.
The night begins.
Always with dark eyeliner.
With black haunted clothes.
With many tattoos.
A black rose.
With painted thorns.
Gothic is born.
Thorns grow on a vine.
You're alive at night.
In the broken mirror, is a beautiful face.
You stand out in the crowd.
Follow your own rules.
Attractive in gothic.
Always dressed in black.
You answer to no one.
Gothic is she.
Always a mystery.
The untouchable.
Lurking in the night alone.
You don’t need anyone.
Out in the night having fun.
The darkest light on the run.
Gothic is she.
Creepy indeed.
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