Im crying
You're lieng
Spying
And dieing
Im not loving or hugging you
Im mad, never glad
Why am I so blue
Meeting you
Made me feel like a child,
Reading one of those pop-up books
For the first time.
What I mean by this is that
You add so much depth to the world.
There is a dimension that appeared spontaneously
The day you introduced yourself
To me,
Back when I was a plain and simple novel.
You are a book—
No, you are more than a book.
You are my favorite book.
Every day, I flip through your pages.
You are impossible to put down.
I knew you would be a great book
The first time I saw you.
Judging you by your handsome cover
And pulling you off the shelf
Was the best decision I have made.
Your plot is constantly unfolding before my eyes,
As is mine before yours.
You have your ups and downs,
As do I.
You make me happy,
And you fascinate me. And in turn,
When something bad happens in your story,
I absorb the emotion and become despondent and worried.
But it is always resolved in the end.
If I am going through something terrible,
I will pick you up and read you,
Shutting out everyone and everything else.
You are there and you are right
When nothing else in the world is.
Some say this it’s not healthy
To do what I do,
To have only one factor
In my equation of happiness.
But these are probably also the depthless people
Who have only seen movies.
All I can say is that
I am glad I learned to read
At such a young age.
I might never see you again.
I don't have a car, so I can't drive.
I have school and work, so free time is scarce.
But the night I spent with you,
Running barefoot on the turf field kicking and laughing
Kissing you before we went back to your place
Holding hands as we walked off the field and to your dorm
Turning on Entourage, not watching a single scene,
But basking in the adult content,
I was happy and I knew you were too.
I had not met someone like you in a long time
Someone who is dorky and funny like me.
I don't know the next time we'll meet,
I don't know if we will still be single.
I might never see you again,
But I'm glad I met you, if only once.
I want a blanket named crash
and a pillow named home.
Save tears for the foreword,
I'll return before long.
Sleep-sing me, Glasscatter,
the metal twists sweet.
The headlight's no Source.
Let oil, as blood, seep.
I turned, not for nothing,
little bird in the road.
We took flight, singing softly,
so glad that it showed.
Spray from the falls caught the sunlight.
Glittering halo.
Magical and human, healthy and glad.
Swallowed my tears.
Glittering halo.
Our parting bittersweet.
Swallowed my tears.
Hugged long and hard.
Our parting bittersweet.
Patted her cheek one last time and turned away.
One day we'd bee together again the two princesses of Bamarre.
Spray from the falls caught the sunlight.
Patted her cheek one last time and turned away.
One day we'd be together again the two princesses of Bamarre.
Magical and human, healthy and glad.
You feel like your invisible
Like no one seems to care.
You walk the halls
getting bumped and squashed.
You feel like you're going to lose this thing called life.
So take my advice.
And take time away.
To a different place.
Save it all for another day.
Just Lay down and feel the warm sunshine.
Listen to the music around.
And take time away.
Take time away.
You raise your hand
but the teacher doesn't see.
You go to to your next class
and you see the girls giggling.
They're talking about party's
and the latest boyfriends.
You feel like just letting go.
So take time away.
To a different place.
Save it all for another day.
Spend time with the one you love.
They'll help you understand.
Why life is such a wonderful thing.
so take time away. Take time away.
You feel like you're visible.
And you know someone cares.
You walk the halls
getting recognized.
You feel like you're getting
This thing called life.
And you're so glad.
That you took time away.
To a different place.
And saved it all for another place.
Just laying down with the one you love.
Feeling the warm sunshine.
Ant you glad that you took time away.
Took time away.
Some people stuck together because of certain events.
While I'm together with someone I love.
My smile is genuine.
My love is completely true.
I'm glad to have the love of you.
Some people feels they has no better option.
And it's mostly out of fear that they stay.
While with you.
I smile every day.
I'm extremely glad to have the love of you.
I'm not saying, we don't have our disagreements.
We do.
But when looking at all the compensation involved with us.
Our love have found ways to sustain us.
I fell out of orbit- this was the end
Rocketing back to the ground
My life flashed before my eyes: this chance a god-send
A curious calm was to be found
A fine continuous existence
An old-faithful tape: I was rewound
Life was not a game of subsistence
Nor a rat race for wealth
I lived with ordinary consistence
I can not complain; I was fed and in full health
But neither can I rejoice in a titanic victory
I flew under the radar- living a life of stealth
Not that I needed a majestic mystery
My life was customary
I felt no compulsion to add to my family history
I am the testament to the half-sweet cherry
I am not complaining, I have lived happily and well
I closed my eyes at the end of the dive and was glad i lived so middle-of-the-road non-contrary
Reflection and total repose
My life I happily do expose.
To be sure you’ve got everything you need.
Little fat bitch decorates her hair with flowers.
Little Miss Dark misses black.
It is way too shiny when she sleeps on the edge of her bed problems.
She covers herself with pillows and pills.
Gloomy days turned to be too light.
They’ve got nothing to be frustrated about.
they produce bunches of imaginary stings and sticks
to beat and hit and nail themselves to the floor.
Miss Dark got used to be too sad to be glad.
Buys cigarettes secretly and writes on covers of books
The parts of life that will never be revealed in any ever written story.
She collects tickets and failures.
Increase in number erases difference.
She is one of a kind.
Not trying to find something in common.
Lone. Separate.
Trust is like paper,
It can be crumpled and steamed by vapor.
Love can be brittle,
And it can break little by little.
But when you combine the two,
Only then will you have a strong brew.
But if one of these is crumpled by other things,
Then the whole thing will crumble before the king.
It will ruin them both,
And will stop all their growth.
So listen up and listen good,
Make it strong, where it once stood.
And maybe it will go farther,
Farther than it stood.
Now im glad you understand,
So come here and take my hand.
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