thoughts speak louder than voices cries are more often heard fear smells stronger than perfume and girls are always prepared eyes show more than a map can but noses shouldn't run red secrets aren't meant to be spoken and most are better left unsaid -Maz McN-
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still not yours
tie me up I dare you, you won't tell me not to scream. embed your nails into my thighs, control me - you know the way I mean. you're still not left as low as me, pleasing someone while you're down there. pick up your pride, take mine from me, leave all of my sentiments … Continue reading still not yours
doped
In a house with no windows In a box with no light, It's not what you're used to It'll give you a fright. Like little shaken lambs And nervous sweaty palms, Confidence is my opium I'll take 20 grams.
Dry
The glass is empty dear, So fill it up. The tap is running dear, So get a cup. What do you do when your patience runs dry? You try.
Youniverse
I'd give you the whole world But I can't Because it's mine.
Prince Harming
Once upon a time there was A girl who wasn't me She had handprints on her hips and thighs but still always tried to please Lips and cheeks of rosy red But skin required to thicken Her naive complexion saturated with the virgin white colour of victim Once upon a time there was A girl … Continue reading Prince Harming
Syzygy
Life is simple in the moonlight. You however shine like a new constellation, a suit of armour, an exhibition. I merely reflect. The moon and sun in synchrony. We were aligned in syzygy. - Maz McN
Best Served Cold
trickle trickle let it tickle let their words be cruel and fickle they aren't sure which hole they're digging wakey wakey I have rose and shone all petty empathy has truly gone soon they'll know which hole they're digging hold your hopes high, your head down low my hand grenade is about to blow this … Continue reading Best Served Cold
Kidding
who decides what a joke is? you make clowns want to hang up their wigs and noses, empty the jar of circus laughs until it closes, you're the only one who hasn't noticed - Maz McN
No Refunds
A busker he was, Even without mummy's approval I liked singers who can't sing and songs about love that don't rhyme, Sonorous selfish lines. Accompanied him on street corners, Where the space was filled with clusters of busy passion while I thought 'keep your cautious coins, I need change.' Missed glances before coffee, Meant I … Continue reading No Refunds
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