'feminism' 'women' 'goddess' 'nature' 'beauty'
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He raises an eyebrow every time
there’s a new Taylor swift album and I’m
Alone in in my room screaming lyrics
To pop tuned Melodies in C Major
I find her in my bedroom, grinning,
Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down
“I just needed a kirby grip.”
She stiffens up, stands straight,
Lay down with those soft cerulean eyes,
Darling Beauty, Darling True,
And let me paint you like the skies,
For my tainted brush sees none but you.
Lay down with those soft cerulean eyes,
Darling Beauty, Darling True,
And let me paint you like the skies,
For my tainted brush sees none but you.
