Oh Rhianna - 485C

I was lying half-awake to a silent crowd

There was lipstick on his moral high-ground

Out of shame, she was crowned in his dressing gown

The last gasp didn’t equal regular fouls

All the minutes prior from when he wept inside her

The post-disdain he couldn’t foresee

For the reckless rugged lust had soon but left him

To a scream that he could not speak

Oh Rhianna

Oh Rhianna

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Blacker than blue, spoken dreams come though

Grazed by a sudden truth

The same serpent bit on the tail that coils

Between the legs of regret and proof

Drowning, gasping, pulling up for air

The covers that entwine make you choke

For the bed’s ready-made, but the girl who lies there

Is the pillow forced above your throat

Oh Rhianna

Oh Rhianna

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