#1
It's been a long time since I've posted anything because my computer took a sh*t on me. So I decided to come back with something simple first to get a feel for the mood of the boards.

The queen is a sarcastic kind of pretty
With almost blazing fire orange eyes
Strawberry blonde locks of angel hair
And a natural scent of perfume bliss

A song in the wind as she sways
Cries and sings through the days
Sunshine dreams and storm cloud nightmares
Living off Xanax and her devil may cares

Gives under persistent duress and let be
Hints of a scream beneath her sighs
Constant supervision of a cold stare
But won’t cave in to depressions kiss

A song in the wind as she sways
Cries and sings through the days
Sunshine dreams and storm cloud nightmares
Living off Xanax and her devil may cares

But the devil don’t care

The devil don’t care

Our Sapphic queen is only resentful at best
Because of the sins she bears on her chest
A rainbow necklace with thorns in her neck
Are they bleeding yet she has to check

A song in the wind as she sways
Cries and sings through the days
Sunshine dreams and storm cloud nightmares
Living off Xanax and her devil may cares

But the devil don’t care

The devil don’t care
I massacre the guitar but make beautiful music in the process. Grunge lives through me!
#2
I really enjoyed it man, it was very discriptive and sharp.
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#3
Yes, that was great. Nice vocabulary!
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
#4
that was great man, sounds like lyrics i've always wanted to write but couldn't materialize.