Silence is golden...
ah yes...
but not for those with golden hair
and golden smiles
and eighteen years of golden naivity.
He is silent in the train,
the moment,the phone,
the words,
the message...
Yet, for the girl with golden hair...
he is...somewhat, louder.
I smile
at my own naivity,
stupidity..
misplaced loyalty.
How I wish
Alice
grew out of her dress,
vomited her cake
and drowned
in
her
drink.
May the pages strangle him
in ink.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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