You forgot how to laugh long ago in the painted woods of your youth Now I watch you as you sit there your slender chin held within your hands as you watch the second hand ease forward into time Your hate burns inside for the world and all it's fools For life is but a playground to you spinning around until one gets sick and falls off The tears stain your lips as though freshly revived yet you try to hide them with your death black shade of lipstick So beautiful were you So full of life and joy and love Now full of hatred for the one you call father shown with the blue and black of your pale arms.Birth sign: Scorpio
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