(AKA serious social statement gone awry)

you are so young
so doomed
so beautiful
this era becomes you,
graceful and writhing
you dance and sway and your hips are bony and your purple eyeshadow makes you look like you're magical.
you are tempted and give in and regret nothing.

you babble romances and inspire songs
and then believe every word of them.
you make me i wish i didn't know any better so i could believe them too

i think
you are too skinny
but when you kiss me
i taste eden sprouting on the tip of your tongue
it's from the fruit of knowledge you hid in your purse when you hopped eden's fence and ran away and almost got busted by the security camera.
(but i think AID's is just God getting back at you...
you know what they say about running from the law.)

Labels: By Ana