it kills,
it ills,
to see you,
deceived by looks,
i thought you were different,
but you're like all the girls,
i thought you wanted something,
more than vanity,
it's interesting,
and sickening,
how you fall,
for a smile,
and it is laughable,
through tears,
when your knees shake,
crumbling beneith,
i don't know what to do,
i don't know what to say,
because i don't matter,
when looks matter,
i gave you more credit,
than you deserve,
because i thought you desired substance,
but you desired a pretty fuck,
but you're like them all,
so predictable,
you always fall,
for something beautiful.
posted by fillshe @ 11:19 PM
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