The Scars of Beauty
Unmarried and eager
Waiting for her prince
On a white horse.
He did come
But on a bike
With acid in his hands.
Marring her face
He left her wishing
She were less pretty.
For had she been that,
He wouldn’t have had
The need
To conquer.
Waiting for her prince
On a white horse.
He did come
But on a bike
With acid in his hands.
Marring her face
He left her wishing
She were less pretty.
For had she been that,
He wouldn’t have had
The need
To conquer.
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