miércoles, 22 de febrero de 2012

Not yet

If dressed like my lover, Cupid asks for me tell him I'm not ready. That I'm missing the shadows in my eyes. That I hate my dress. That I don't want to go out in prom night. Tell him that I'm not ready, tell him I'm not done yet. That I'm a lady and lady are always late. That I cut my dress into pieces and I'm crying my make up out in my bed. That I got a cold, that is too cold to go out. That I have the fever. That my heel is broke, that I have no flowers.

Make up some story for him, just don't let him in. Not yet.