She’s so decadent from time to time
When she slips back to her comfort zone
But she can only be comfy in a graveyard
In a black dress with evening makeup at dawn
Oh she’s so decadent at times
With a little death around her eyes
And treasure cave collar bone nooks
There’s something strikingly charming about her looks
She locks herself up in the bathroom
For hours and hours at night
She’s waiting for someone to knock on the door
To make sure if she is alright
This girl is a nuclear bombardment
An explosive in hard cover garments
A burst of sparkles outside a tram
A blackout at 11 pm
When she visits me in my dreams
She’s a vampire empress with blood red lips
But as soon as the morning sun beams
Away to the dreamland she desperately creeps
That goth girl
© Copyright: Ольга Мартынович, 2018
Свидетельство о публикации №118111000161
Свидетельство о публикации №118111000161
Рецензии