Scar faceHer heart broke harder than a write from Wilde; but she always did have a black-cat life.Scar face
Eyes glassed over like a large row of melting hexagonal columns, no one seemed to notice a teacher's pet on the corner of the street.
Because you can only keep your head strong for so long.
Broken Key.You and I really didn't have anything in common and I now realise your face was just a plastered impression done by a skilled painter, drawn on to what you wanted me to see. Paper cut memories were the previous trend, and up until recently, I had no reason to bother going to get a bandaid. And although I tried not too, I had to break down behind your back because even if you did see, I was so certain you wouldn't care.Broken Key.
It shows how much my trust has dwindled doesn't it darling?
Teenage breakdownI could show you the world and teach you how to walk baby-steps all on your own without my support.Teenage breakdown
I just don't think you could handle it.
I do believe.You always had a variegated personality; almost impossible to understand to someone who couldn't spare the time. You weren't quite as elegant as some, and were often brushed aside for more appealing and cliched choice of hero.I do believe.
Perhaps with your oxymoron heart did others see something that I did not understand, but you never gave me a reason to think any different of you, even though perhaps we were never a likely pair - Though second-hand cast offs were always my cup of tea.
The White Rabbit in Plum JuiceI don't love you anymore. No, its not hate either. I just don't know me anymore.The White Rabbit in Plum Juice
Fake sprained ankles have morphed like tree-eating-slug-things blossom into bloodsucking butterflies, into early afternoon's glossy curls perfectly permed and perfumed.
Long days turn into longer nights because I don't love you anymore.
The star-ed and blackened sky not night but light-bulb sunrises PAINted on white white white walls with the magentaredpink pallet of lipsticks
Love Does Not Come FreeI maybe want to think of this I maybe want to know, I might remember that cold kiss out in that rain and snow.Love Does Not Come Free
I maybe see the fire glow on that cold damp night, I might still feel that chilled wind blow as clouds dimmed our starlight.
I maybe thought I thought I might have mentioned what I knew, I maybe saw your eyes gleam bright though I didn't look at you.
There's glitter paper and some glue, all strewn about beside me, our names on paper, memory, because love does not come free.
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.
.:Halcyon:.
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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I would like to write a book about my thoughts, but I'm too busy helping people around the world~
and I saw your DA link on AP
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Thank you :]
The maority that I actually write aren't as sad as these but ... must be going through a sad stage again ^^
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