Like a thief there's no honor amongst her
As she prostitutes making profits
Off of lostprophets
With pictures of fairytale endings
With no meanings in between
Her imagery is quite different from what they are picturing.
She gives no description
as they are often left lingering in limbo
between the lines
Missing the understanding
They reread the verse
And it gives her time to rehearse.
Going over every line
As she goes down the line.
Leaving a trail of lost lovers behind