Paint the walls dry, they cry.
Oh so soundly, she sleeps,
The way she walks so slender,
makes grown men cry.
And with those piercing eyes,
with her deliciously malicious intentions.
She'll rip your heart out.
Songs that make me cry have been absent in my life for awhile,
and now, the kind souls have made their appearance.
With love, I wish to present you this beautiful song.
But fear prevents me so, for fear you may laugh and mock.
On my wall sticks those I love.
Currently of 5, in total.
My best friend told me she gave up on me 2 days ago.
Go figure.
xx
- and so they say, the story goes.
