Unrefined
© 2004 Black Tangled Heart
Disclaimer: Mouse owns all. *waves fist*
Dedication: To the wonderful Moonlit Aria.
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I'm not a little girl anymore.
I'm not the same girl whose wrist you grabbed, your fingers wet and cold and clamped around me. Your breath in a huge burst, your name in a weak murmur. I'm not that girl with smattered freckles and sausage curls. I'm not that girl you used to know, especially after tonight.
My corset is gone, my hair unbound, my skin dirty. If you kissed me now you'd taste rum on my breath. If your fingers caught my tresses, you'd feel grit, smell smoke. You'd see me in rawness. Unrefined. No one to impress, no standards to meet. But I can't be that way with you.
I'm not the girl you used to know.
He's in drunken lethargy next to me; I've eased the bottle out of his hand. You never liked alcohol and neither do I, but one must make sacrifices to grow. I cannot grow with you, breathe with you, be with you.
The Black Pearl is his key to freedom, and he is mine.
His eyes, darker than the sky, are closed. I tilt my face toward his and brush my lips across his mouth. He jerks forward, clasping my wrist like you did that first day. And we melt into one another, like the guttering flames of the fire. Undulating like the rolling sand, dirty like our faces, free. Unrefined.
A kiss could never wake you from sleep.
Loving you could never bring me joy.
And I will leave you now, because I'm not a little girl anymore.
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© 2004 Black Tangled Heart
Disclaimer: Mouse owns all. *waves fist*
Dedication: To the wonderful Moonlit Aria.
--
I'm not a little girl anymore.
I'm not the same girl whose wrist you grabbed, your fingers wet and cold and clamped around me. Your breath in a huge burst, your name in a weak murmur. I'm not that girl with smattered freckles and sausage curls. I'm not that girl you used to know, especially after tonight.
My corset is gone, my hair unbound, my skin dirty. If you kissed me now you'd taste rum on my breath. If your fingers caught my tresses, you'd feel grit, smell smoke. You'd see me in rawness. Unrefined. No one to impress, no standards to meet. But I can't be that way with you.
I'm not the girl you used to know.
He's in drunken lethargy next to me; I've eased the bottle out of his hand. You never liked alcohol and neither do I, but one must make sacrifices to grow. I cannot grow with you, breathe with you, be with you.
The Black Pearl is his key to freedom, and he is mine.
His eyes, darker than the sky, are closed. I tilt my face toward his and brush my lips across his mouth. He jerks forward, clasping my wrist like you did that first day. And we melt into one another, like the guttering flames of the fire. Undulating like the rolling sand, dirty like our faces, free. Unrefined.
A kiss could never wake you from sleep.
Loving you could never bring me joy.
And I will leave you now, because I'm not a little girl anymore.
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