"Crude"
A breath beyond the mind
But purpose`s not defined.
Behind the pretty eyes
I see the greedy ground...
A Crude maid for rest
Whose claims will be enhanced
A friendly face sometimes
May turn to bitter dirt!
Was she told not to be so anxious
When a guy masters his art
In time I yelled excited when
She used to yank the veins inside my heart...
A trembling, frail voice
Whispers silly tales...
She`s beauty but who wants
To mix himself with
Glittering,
Crude.
Insane doll.....
Was she told not to be so anxious
When a guy masters his art
In time I yelled excited when
She used to yank the veins inside my heart...