Our world of gold and blue.
Slick, bleech, pearly white smiles,
mascara and boy’s laps.
Talk about bras,
talk about friends,
talk about clothes.
There’s soap opera love, there’s crushes.
We are passion all dressed up.
We love, we miss, we hurt.
Our hearts break.
Talk about bras,
talk about friends.
We sing along to choruses
and cry in movies.
Let the artists tell our stories
we’ll follow.
We are eternal souls in a disposable world,
Weed to laugh
alcohol to fuck.
Eternity was gone out of fashion.
We are little spirits all dressed up
in flirty looks and witty responses,
our eyes hidden in make-up.
We have time for sex, not love
We seek cleverness, not kindness
Don’t cling to anybody
don’t whine.
We’re all too entertained to cry,
and too busy to listen.
Pretty witty and WISE! Well
Pretty witty and WISE!
Well written and spoken with truth and unrelenting honesty. I hold similar views it will all come to pass in the end some will make it through. I loved it thanks.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."