Summer Tells The Story of a Girl Who'd Rather Die

by Kendall   May 8, 2007


She'd share a single handed kiss
never both hands down
she never had a pop
both feet stumbled on the ground

Never farther than a kiss
and such
these were
slightly casual
whispers "why?" from all around
she could never tell

take me babe
so inviting on my sleeve
i get so vulnerable
break me babe
cos sometimes i get
vulnerable

Her knees were sturdy
fingers handy
skirts from solid string
a tragedy left unaddressed
a moan will take its place

take me babe
so inviting on my sleeve
i get so vulnerable
break me babe
cos sometimes i get
vulnerable

violins play to a soundless tune
as blades will scar the skin
her inner thigh abashed and marred
and of course, it don't stop here

locked inside a tower of terror
locked inside a room
screams suffocated by a pillow
none asked so no one knew

her foot had popped her heart had dropped
she'd never been the same
"skirts in summer aren't for me"
the theme had been cut dead

take me babe
so inviting on my sleeve
i get so vulnerable
break me babe
cos sometimes i get
vulnerable

a tragedy
a tragedy
a tragedy
left unaddressed
a moan outweighed inquiring
she'd share a single handed kiss
a shingle.
handed.
kiss.

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