35 (04.09.2014)

Something about you pales the room we're in
Like there's a void that only you can fill
Your deep dark eyes are balancing on sin
Your youthful beauty's weakening all will.
Men salivating all around you now,
There's nothing left to look at in this room
Each man among them wishing he could plough
The furrow of the skin beneath your womb.
Those eyes are in my head and there they'll stay
They're brought back like a memory on the page
They stole the room where they were on display
And made the older half regret its age.
It must be hard for you to just make friends
When all around want you for their own ends.

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