I'm Polly.
A half irish brogue wearing disorganised mess.
Tea is the key to this metal heart.
  1. Your heart sings like a kettle,
    And your words, they boil away like steam.
    And a lie burns long, while the truth bites quick.
    A heart is built for both it seems.
    You are lonely as a church,
    Despite the queuing out your door.
    I am empty as a promise, no more.

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  1. flamingopolly posted this
  1. Timestamp: Saturday 2012/02/25 11:12:23