Pay for your thrills
With twenty dollar bills
Take joy in me
Your lover for a fee
Drown my sorrows in beer and sex
Say a word and your next
My life is filled with such bad luck
I think about it as we fuck
Whisper sweet nothings in my hair
You have my body, but my mind's not there
They think of me as less than dirt
Their fists and words always hurt
But what can I do?
My son needs food
So from my life I banish fun
Because I'd do anything for my son
















Comments
this is so
i mean the pic is awsome and so is the poem.............. how she is willing to do anything ...even sex but her heart is not in it ..its like she escapes in her mind...
very amazing.....
how did you make the eyes like that???and i love the texture of it and the veins and the red lips
awsome job
"how did you make the eyes like that???and i love the texture of it and the veins and the red lips"
Actually...The stock photo and manipulation where both done by
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Forward holy hand grenade! Blessed is the fruit of thine wrath!
Wonderful poem! Thanks for using my stock for it.
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MISS AESTHETIC
Thank you ^^ And no need to thank me for using your stock...The honor was all mine ^^
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Forward holy hand grenade! Blessed is the fruit of thine wrath!
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Forward holy hand grenade! Blessed is the fruit of thine wrath!
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