Persephone archetype
This kind of femininity I am trying to achieve is so pristine
It’s bittersweet springs, pomegranate seeds
Feathers on my fingers, subtle proto-wings
White sheets falling out the windows like tears
No idea why they are there but it’s soul-touching, a touching scene
Call me Miss Pre Cambrian Beauty
The last one was a tsarine
You’re so thankful for all the things money can give you
But wonder why none of them compare to me
Don’t fool yourself with my edgy looks
My natural blush or my virtual lore
(or my really tiny waist
because I’ve been wearing my corset 8 hours a day)
Anna Karenina is my favorite book,
I know it all by heart.
All the things money can give you
But it’s my presence that is still holding you here
Make me the queen of your underworld
And I will thorn to you always in full bloom
Voltar / Return