A whoring whore would make a play to hold a one of heart at bay. They kept two people far apart for they would make too sweet an art. This pair, they should have been best friends. Instead, she’d chosen to pretend. That slut would fuck all she did see—she’d do it hard with all her glee. They’d make a girl who loved her most straight turn her ass into a ghost. At last, the wounds had been revealed, the biggest sin was yet to yield. Hoarding one and shaming through the other girl she’d turned to blue. These friends they’d lose did break the mold which could have turned their world to gold. Now, the end, it’s lost to the sea. The girl she broke, well, that was me.
