Queenadreena

You know it’s like a lipstick on your mirror or your penis. It’s like a too sweet food you cannot stand but still want more. You know it is like loving a whore. It’s like living with a whore. It’s like waiting for a whore. You are getting sick and tired but still want more. It’s like someone else’s lipstick on your whore. It’s like a white poem. You shout this poem out of your window into this world. It will swallow this poem like a little innocent girl. You are alone in your empty room. It’s too strange. It’s fool of someone’s memories and pieces of lives. You try not to lose yourself. You are sick of yourself but still you love it. You love the moment, you love the life. It’s like a pink lipstick and a kitchen knife. What would you do? What will you do? Who are you? Are you true? Look in your mirror and answer these questions. Try to ignore that pink whorish lipstick. I know you love it like that white poem you’ve written recently. White and pink. What a pulp story! Will you see the truth one day? Will you be happy and satisfied with what you find? Will you be glad to find that pink lipstick everywhere? It’s too sweet to be loved and too familiar to get rid of it. We all know that weird kind of feeling when you find something you love and hate at the same time. Is this right? Is this that moment of truth? What should we do with it? Something you like and you are sick of it at the same time. Moment of what? Turn on Queenadreena and you will know what I mean. I love it and I’m really sick of this music. Moment of what?

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