I Paint My Toes Pink

I think,

As i paint my toes pink,

This is love,

This is war,

I rise while you sink

And i think

This battle, i'll win

Come big guns

Or black bullets

Bring your lies

Bring your sins

A stroke of the brush

My mind strays from his reign

No longer his kingdom

No longer my pain

Once again,

My thoughts become yours

This is love

This is fate

You persist through wars

These pink thoughts

are not sweet,
but sincere.
I have something to prove
And nothing to fear

If you have my back,

I have munition on deck

He aims at my heart

While i aim for the neck

Still i think,

I don't want to fight
You hold me
console me
say everything's alright

Enough,
I dont want to be tough
Show me your truth
I'm done with his bluff

At the end of the day,


Im just the girl...
With pretty pink nails
Who has faith in the world





My punctuation is inconsistent. I don't feel like putting commas where they belong. I have no patience to capitalize every I.



You get it.



Under the black, there is pink.

I'll be your bad bxtch

The other day i was at my parents house chatting with my young brother and blog surfing when I came across this picture on the net:

It intrigued me.

I asked my brother, "Escada; what do you think these two are doing together?"

He paused, and pondered. We both did...For a long time...And then, he answered me and i instantly understood.

He said: "they shop together."

Ah hah. Eureeka.

Like an apple that just fell on my head.

Then i thought....How fxcking perfect.

Kanye,

May i please be your bad bitch? I know you are not really into women; not romantically at least. But i can be your muse. I can be your body of art and you can look at me all you like. You can talk to me about the boys. I know about them. I can help you with them. And i won't tell a soul. We can put on a fierce show. I can be your bad bitch. I'm no newbie. I've been to Milan. I've done Spain. The thrill of walking las ramblas for the first time is already a notch on my stacked wooden stiletto heel. I don't want you for the thrill of seeing the world in your pocket. I just think can help you be you. And together we can be fabulous. I'll teach you how to stomp it out in heels, and we can chop it up about anything. Whatever you like.

Put Lola on your arm 'Ye.

Bang Bang

We'll shoot 'em

And they'll fall...

They'll fall for it...

♥Lola