10:21 p.m. - Thursday, May. 01, 2003
good clean fun
morose
your lipstick shines with a gleam of hard earned spit
he ran his fingers though your hair and shivered like you were cold
but secretly we all know
those things you have been dreaming about
the late night trips to the book store to meet up with a mystery
explain this one to him...
your sugar coated candy lips persed to speak
you're about to kill yourself...
reapply your eyeliner
don't you want to be pretty when the news reporters come to the scene
their photographers, and their flashes
flawless skin
spare a few spots of red
whereever did that come from
it wasn't supposed to be messy
your powder blue chiffon prom dress like a cloud surrounding your heavenly body
yet where did all this red come from?
it wasn't supposed to be messy...
good clean fun

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