Brilliant girl, far from a wench.
Joyously greets her boy wonder.
Jumps into his arms, at their arranged place.
Dazzling golden locks, by rain drenched.
But all they could hear, louder than the thunder.
Was their intertwined hearts, now beating louder than any bass.
He led her, over to a dry bench.
Which a roof, luckily it was under.
The words which next left his mouth, left tears running down her face.
Later that night, left to her own, looking in the mirror as if she had some horrid stench.
The words which'd come from the boy, had left her poor heart asunder.
Smeared mascara, falling next to the blood, in the sink found it's place.
Smeared mascara, now having reached the fist clenched.
Into her heart, did the knife plunder.
Down streamed the blood, vibrant red like lingerie lace.
Smeared mascara, now permanently quenched.
Tragically putting under.
Yet another young, dazzling face.
Joyously greets her boy wonder.
Jumps into his arms, at their arranged place.
Dazzling golden locks, by rain drenched.
But all they could hear, louder than the thunder.
Was their intertwined hearts, now beating louder than any bass.
He led her, over to a dry bench.
Which a roof, luckily it was under.
The words which next left his mouth, left tears running down her face.
Later that night, left to her own, looking in the mirror as if she had some horrid stench.
The words which'd come from the boy, had left her poor heart asunder.
Smeared mascara, falling next to the blood, in the sink found it's place.
Smeared mascara, now having reached the fist clenched.
Into her heart, did the knife plunder.
Down streamed the blood, vibrant red like lingerie lace.
Smeared mascara, now permanently quenched.
Tragically putting under.
Yet another young, dazzling face.
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