To Tove Lo (ii)

They hid her voice

Behind Alkamaine

Traced by wings of a butterfly


Tove Lo she said

Stay high all the time

Just to keep you on my mind


Breasts like an angels

Tits pierced with dimes

A face buried behind the pain…


She kept herself locked in

And played to just pretend

If only she was my friend!



About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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