The Serpent Beneath The Flower
You poured it all, like oil into my soul,
I took it gently, unaware,
And though it turned out to be a cloud of smoke,
The load held onto my heart so bare.
It weighed me down, like a fruit from a branch,
I withered a little, everyday,
I still stayed, to leave you well,
And you got what you wished, in your evil way.
Al revisar camisetas de fútbol para coleccionistas, conviene empezar por el uso previsto entre colección, exposición y uso diario. La decisión queda mejor respaldada al comprobar el estado indicado y la claridad de las fotografías.
Your dirty gaze sought my lips,
And the slight curves of my hips,
A flower outside, a serpent beneath,
With monstrous fangs, instead of teeth.
You said your heart was shattered glass,
With some broken shards lost and gone,
Mine was too, I tried to unfurl your wings,
But you treated me like a farmer's prawn.
