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I know it's not perfect and I could surely work on a few things. I'm not sure when I'll get around to editing it though. Hope you guys enjoy.


"Always Around, Always Alone"

She doesn't know who she is, or where she wants to be
She's beyond broken inside, but she'll never let you see
Lost in her solitude, she screams to hide that she's lonely
But experience teaches well, and she's never short of company

Men always find themselves begging her for a dance
She thrives on attention and gives all of them a chance
And that look in her eyes just begs you to believe her hips
And her touch makes you want to get a taste of her lips

She'll leave you trapped under ice in her abyss of lust
Her kind of beauty is one that you must never trust
Though she denies giving herself to you for the night
You're still around her finger, wrapped so very tight

Her only hobby was bringing eager men to their knees
Her glossy feign smile was always too eager to please
Men flock to her as if to create a single file line
But simply eyeing her up and down is how one did apply

I wonder what tales her tongue has told the boys here tonight
And how she keeps her scars hidden completely from their sight
They squirm to unwind from her withered web of romance
As one breaks free another gets tangled deep under her trance

She wears her lacey black lingerie just so she can tease
And she'll let them catch a glimpse just so they're appeased
And she knows that they'll come back craving like before
They typically fall in love though it's lust and nothing more

You can count all her friends on but a single hand
Though sudden in movement, her every action is planned
To the men she greets, she's nothing short of wild and adored
To the women she sees, she's nothing but a slut and a *****

After another day fades she'll again cry herself to sleep
Thinking of how the fall she's taken has cut her so deep
She says her morning cigarettes taste of perfect bliss
As she blows the smoke, she pretends there's naught to miss

Her adamant demeanor is but a feeble charade
She stumbles like a child lost in life's parade
She prides herself in her independence but wants to be saved
But no one had came yesterday, and no one will come today

She wipes away the tears and applies her make up for the day
Puts on her clothes and heads to church to forgive and pray
In her weakness she struggles to convince she's strong
And her sin lives on, since no one will tell her she's wrong

She'd like to think she's unbreakable, but very fragile is she
She desires truth upon her ears, but prefers lies to be set free
This is but a chapter from her thick book of changes
The one that lays next to her bed, filled with empty pages
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the only thing i can say is WOW i really really liked it alot. the words that you have written say soooo much in a very literal and metphorical way. and that you are hurting a very deep well hurt. but anyways its very good and very well written. hope you fimd a way to solve ur problem the best of luck!
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Quote by cjsquid
the only thing i can say is WOW i really really liked it alot. the words that you have written say soooo much in a very literal and metphorical way. and that you are hurting a very deep well hurt. but anyways its very good and very well written. hope you fimd a way to solve ur problem the best of luck!



Thank you sir. I'm glad you enoyed it. It's not really about me, but it is based on a true story/event that took place in my life. I watched many of my friends and people I knew fall victim to this girl and thankfully I kept my head straight and knew better. I was close friends with her though, so I got to know what she's really like at the same time.
This choice is passion, this path is tension.