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Mona lisa Burning

your kind of hard to approach but damn
Your kind of hard not to approach
I remember I talked about simple places but this
Place is simply complex
Watching ever glowing hair complementing
Ever glowing skin
Thoughts thinking sin…
Eyes moving sin……. chronization
With the brown Aphrodite
She controls. Consoles
Controls my senses consoles my anxiety
Creates my anxiety as the
Baseline breaks the speakers
Im broken by her features..
Candy coated.. candy coated
Contemplating candy coated raindrop
Lip kiss… that hair not only immolates
But infatuates flames like burn…
Like burn she’s not into god
But lord knows she’s beautifull 2 l’s
Full of beauty parabola booty
Swaying serenity eyes locked into rhythm
Bewildered by the moisture in those eye lashes
Exotic eyebrows but she keeps cool
A dozen ice cubes cool… a litter
Of slush puppies cool
Black ray bands cool
Kamhlaba nights cool
Artic winter cool
Cool calm collected cool
The same pretty hearts bleed
The same pretty love
That’s a pity love
You’ve been taught to pity
Love.. to pity lovers Does love pity you?
Crystal stairways crystal airwaves
Melting candles, burning mona lisa,
Smiling ta release yeah.. multi coloured
Stain glass windows emphasize the awkwardness
Beethoven’s 4th symphony becomes tortureris
There’s a bottle of poison there’s a bag of redemption
Cutex lipstick broken mirrors Reflecting different you’s from
The floor up now you’re looking at you you you and you,
You who brought the boys that brought the noise
You who is as shattered as the glass on the floor
You who is going through life wishing you had a someone like you
Or you da1 you who sits and breaths fire under blacks suns.. be be careful
Be free pursuit of happiness pursuit of a college degree
I liked the thought of purple raindrops falling
Growing innocents plants blossoming pride
Sweetly scented smells like smiles
Im im im crazy or disillusioned
Schizophrenic perhaps …
Bipolar perhaps… perhaps I don’t deserve a
Place to rest so I keep this sliver chain upon
My chest …. But can you help me Aphrodite
You look like you could they say you shouldn’t
Judge a book by I’ts cover but I haven’t
Opened a book in ages im intimidated by pages..
But can you help me suck the parallel venom from where I was bitten
Warm me up im stiff cold im sure you can see the icicle’s freezing up my veins
Can you see the hot glitter just scorching around me
Can you see the burning tires the unforgiving strobe lights,
Can you hear the depressing metals just vibrating around me…
Can see the enchanted forest where the monsters pray on adolescents
They look something like grass, something like sugar,
Something like neglection, something like no love,
Something like no rubber, something like no direction..
They’re coming closer they’re coming closer so ima approach you
Like chapter one
Written by YoungPat
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