I’m still a gothic girl

My curled blonde hair and sky blue eyes have never been trustworthy. My thoughts, my words, my stories, they aren’t all just mine.

Sometimes the shyness goes away, my hair turns way too darker, sometimes my smile just fades away and my blue eyes go lighter.

My soft pale skin and rosy cheeks have never caught attention. My dreams, my hopes, my wishes, they aren’t all just mine.

Sometimes the joy just disappears, my blooded lips just close, sometimes the raven night is better without the moon that glows.

My instincts and my secrets, they aren’t all just mine. The sadness, the discomfort, the cry, the pain that cuts are all her inspiration, her own gifts to myself.

The mistress in the mirror, the soul that wants revenge, is searching for a reason not to break down tonight.

The queen of melodrama, the gothic girl inside is searching for a reason to just stay hide tonight.

gothic zodiac

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