Vanity Is a Bouquet of Roses
i feel sick.
the things i don't want to do, i do,
and the things i want to do, i do them, but with much delay.
i looked you in the eye with pain,
but you turned my emotions away for personal gain,
forcing yourself upon me like a cougar to it's prey.
i'll love you,
i love you,
i Loved you.
we can play hide and seek forever,
or i can give myself away,
but if i do not eat, i hunger.
and so, i hunger.
how could i ever compare my beauty to a rose?
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