silhouettes of my shadow...

hunting solace in fine folds of a silk dress
stuff peace shopped in crimson colors

faded moments collide my bag in corridor

hands-in-hands, eyes-on-eyes; a jaded sight

not a good girl anymore

fluster. scream. sulk. then cry - clueless why

feelings blurred, blunt words
ferry out my attic, these lingering sighs
they disturb a placid pulse

not a good girl anymore

as a virgin made love; passion rides pain
some blood, & its all over
kohled eyes romance stone-washed emotions
to let that zing remain

not a good girl anymore

coffined love buried in graveyard

yes, the one lined with symmetrical wild-rose bushes
don't call. i'll be busy tomorrow

hammering nails on this one too, one which has you

not a good girl anymore

it'll be fine in paradise. hearts beat. i catch on some sleep

snuggle to your hard chest, a fiery touch, that melting kiss
your skin sweats, scents wont sublime in mine

its ignorable. only little amiss

not a good girl anymore

as you toss in bed, i turn in your heart

hear whispers crawl your pillow, don't you? {...wont you?...please do..please do...}
avoid. keep closed, those eyes

time to smother hope tonight

not a good girl anymore

yet another day, convinced myself

yet another night, hid myself 

yet another smile, strangulated

not a good girl anymore

this moving silhouette just a shadow, darlin'
walk away. else you'll see
                   she doesn't live there. that good girl
                   no. not anymore
                   not anymore
                   not anymore