Medea of the 21st century
I undermined your savagery, your kisses are cliffs
That I'm willing to take a plunge into whoever fits
Please don't look at me with disdain
My charm isn't built to cause any pain
Woolgathering, has never been beneficial
I've always fallen for undomesticated animals
Would I be a harlot if I did it just for the sake
Of my body, whom no one else wants to take?
I'll let you be the judge, let you be Paris
Give me the golden apple, if you deem I have the beauty
But curse those who leave sans warning
A woman can only handle so much deception
Doesn't matter what kind of person I change into
I despise every man who has left me blue
Them, only good when honey trickles
Down our bodies they voraciously consume
So don't cast blame on those who were used
Even a goddess has a short fuse
It was Diana who punishes the reckless
I'll sever every bit, like a Gorgon headless
Our power comes from the system
Hurl words that will brand you a monster
We band as beautiful cyclamens
Your fear in cycles, from the Great Mother.
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We Got the Blues
Orion
Bomber Jacket
Offertory Box
MEDEA OF THE 21st CENTURY
Wedding day
Your Portrait Facing My Bed
Buster Keaton
Pigeon Post
© ajyoyama
That I'm willing to take a plunge into whoever fits
Please don't look at me with disdain
My charm isn't built to cause any pain
Woolgathering, has never been beneficial
I've always fallen for undomesticated animals
Would I be a harlot if I did it just for the sake
Of my body, whom no one else wants to take?
I'll let you be the judge, let you be Paris
Give me the golden apple, if you deem I have the beauty
But curse those who leave sans warning
A woman can only handle so much deception
Doesn't matter what kind of person I change into
I despise every man who has left me blue
Them, only good when honey trickles
Down our bodies they voraciously consume
So don't cast blame on those who were used
Even a goddess has a short fuse
It was Diana who punishes the reckless
I'll sever every bit, like a Gorgon headless
Our power comes from the system
Hurl words that will brand you a monster
We band as beautiful cyclamens
Your fear in cycles, from the Great Mother.
----------------------------------------------------
We Got the Blues
Orion
Bomber Jacket
Offertory Box
MEDEA OF THE 21st CENTURY
Wedding day
Your Portrait Facing My Bed
Buster Keaton
Pigeon Post
© ajyoyama