Look at her with her long lashes
Big bright doe eyes
The love of any man
You'd never guess it was really a disguise
Long flowing skirts
That hide her scarred legs
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
The whore of any heart
Her bright pearl lips
Full enough o suck
The pride away from any willing to pay
It's all the same
When you turn out the lights
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
The whore of every heart
Mascara, earrings, lipstick gone
The truth will finally come out
Of the metaphorical closet
With it's metaphorical door
Open your hearts, your minds, your legs
To this freak show whore
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
The whore who owns your heart
Porcelain skin whiter than snow
With too much blush
And dark circles under her eyes
Trying to be hidden
Just like the scars on her wrists
She hides with golden bracelets
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
The whore who steals your heart
Peroxide hair with raven roots
Strong thighs made for pleasure
She never smiles unless paid to
She feels sexy when she frowns
It shows off her coloured contacts
A piercing blue that sees through your soul
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
A whore who has no heart
Scarred
Proud
Fake
Beautiful
Strong
Alone
Freak show, dollhouse, lunch box slut
A whore who's lost her heart
Dollhouse Slut by slain-angel
Poetry » General Rated: M, English, Drama, Words: 235, Published: 6/22/2004
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