2003-09-03
love
didnt your mommy ever tell you not to play with girls like me?
the kind of girls who like to smoke and drink in bars while boys like you stop and stare
the sort of girls who have no regard for their bodies so they cut their wrists, pierce their ears and tattoo their ribs
the type of girls who like to dance to music with all the connotations of sex and desire and lustfullness
their tshirts reveal pre-used breasts and their pants are tight around plump and defined asses
and underwear never matches and always likes to fall on your bedroom floor
with lips bitten and red from kissing other lips, with no regard for their sexuality, preference or image
vacant blue eyes and messy blonde hair, she knows no bounds, rarely sees the stop signs and listens to love songs that break her heart
she drives with her foot to the floor, with tears rolling down her face and the red lights making patterns in the distance
this is a warning you should have listened too, your mommy was right about girls like me, they dont accept help and love to create havoc
but she neve realised we werent out to corrupt her son, girls like me are craving one thing only
love
thissidedown at 1:17 p.m.