Why wait, hesitate?
Put things off, procrastinate?
Spring into action!

A look that gets me everytime,
Every picture I see.
Breaks me down,
Such a wondrous face.
Melting me again down to bone,
It's like sunshine when I see it.
I can't look away,
Even when I begin again to cry.

She's a tree. The seasons are her emotions.
She once thought she was beautiful. When she felt warmth throughout her roots.
She slowly lost the warmth one by one.
After that the skies were gray and she was cold.
So sad and dull.
And never thought she would feel warmth throughout her roots again.
I told her everyday that seasons come and go, this isn't the end.
She thought look at me I'm not glowing I'm dull and not full of life.
I reminded her that even the happiest people find beauty in no leaves.

I have **** psychic brainwaves
You have hot sauce in your bones
So let's wreck the competition
In my **** psychic home

Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."

I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."