Jaylene

Who do you want to suffer more, me or your blessed father, outside this symphony of whores, from a perfect sunny evening, the kids looked after by others, all you think is believing, that you know the score, in life between the covers, is it really who you are, wiser than your sins reveal, communion from your lovers, do black Ray Bans conceal, sunlight across your course, September make you wonder, will winter bring on worse, sip Daiquiri through a straw, swirl the sour ball colours, something to make you pause, could this be for ever ?