I knew a girl with strawberry-colored hair.
I knew a girl who smelled like mustard.
I knew a girl with golden eyes.
I knew a girl who wanted to be a guy.
I knew a girl who invited me ovuh,
just to entice me by doing yoga.
I knew a girl who obviously had cats.
I knew a girl who thought lizards wanted her ***.
I knew a girl who let spiders crawl on her.
I knew a girl who is still a mystery.
I knew a girl who showed me great jazz,
but also showed me I'm terrible, generally.
...
I knew a girl with crooked teeth,
and a baby one, so little, so sweet.
I knew a girl with infinite kinds of laughs.
I knew a girl with a pinched ear.
I knew a girl who understood, and was, "art".
I knew a girl with long fingers.
I knew a girl who didn't give *****, ever.
I knew a girl who loved the beach,
and it seemed the sea salt dried up to meet her.
I knew a girl with poopshoots for eyes.
I knew a girl with all my inside jokes.
(oh garby, oh sorry, oh im not angry)
I knew a girl who was made for me.
I knew a girl who was made for me.

Youthful seeds, little saplings
biting at the winter air,
the gentle breeze,
bringing spring,
cut without a care.

Don't even think.
I'm here for you.
Just do as I say.
I'll steer for you.
Won't lead you astray;
You must have faith.
I honor, adore, and revere you.
I only ask the same,
in your own little ways.
I am yours as much as anything.
I am always here,
Never far away.
Through every year,
Through every sway.

Must.... make my mark...
- - - - - - - -
Lost in the gravity of your...
- - -
Prestation...
- - - - - - - -
I will... Climb...
- - - - - - - -
Pay homage to your...
- - -
Dedication...
- - - - - - - -

So I see
Somehow,
Maybe
Accidentally,

You found
a key;
A suspicious
Mystery.

Head in the clouds,
As if
On a mountain's peak.

Bring up what is down.
Also,
Other way around.

Do not be meek.
No time. Just speak.

Feet on the ground,
As if
On a mountain's peak.

******* the pooch. Hell yeah.
Bundled up in the heat of May,
always wantin' to play, but never do.

The ******* Scrooge. That's me.
Contradicting, let me be.
That's okay, my worries are always true.

Souvenirs never meant that much to me.
Am I blind? is there something to see?
Have I read between
all the wrong lines?
Have I wasted all this time...
tying myself to a, poisonous tree?
I can't believe my eyes.

Watch the news: **** me.
The pain is gone, where could it be?
Traded all my warm colors for blues.

I have to choose,
company.
Every action brings irony.
To see me change would **** my only muse.

I've lived to tell a tale I don't plan on telling.
I've made a lot of beds and have yet to sleep.

While silence is a key, my doors are swelling.
Without this charge it is obsolete.

When finally my soul's link is belting,
and I can finally play for keeps,
I will look back on these times of 'no telling'
and appreciate the irony.