Do you ever realize?
That we can never be perfect because we
are individuals.
A world of perfection means a world without individuality.
So we will remain enterally in chaos.

Hush little baby, don't run away
Mama's gonna see you another day

And if that time is too much to bear,
Papa's gonna buy you a new blue chair

keep that blue chair close to you
I'll need it for the day you say "I do"

Shh little baby, wipe away those tears
There is something that you need to hear

                                                           ­                         I'll love seeing you again
                                                           ­                                          remember that

                                                           ­                                 It might be too soon
                                                            ­                                    for you to accept,
                                                         ­                                                            but
                                                             ­                                                            ...
                                                             ­                                                              .
                                                               ­                                     She's dead

Inspiration moves like the wind
touching the grass
moving the hair.

It waxes and wanes
with or without your
input

Inspiration is the cool breeze during twilight
pointing you toward the moons and the stars
of the universe.

When I was young enough to know that I did not fit in.
I proposed that I was an angel
that fell from the heavens and lost their wings.
All I had to do to make friends was find them.

So I spent the next day frantically searching for my wings.
Sobbing with despair when I never found them,
and looking at the sunset only slightly out of reach.

Even now, I never found my wings.
But I did find other fallen angels.

I Think I am falling more and more in love
With you
It will just make the heartbreak so much worse.....
.....
....
..
I
Luv
U

Look at me
I have a dream
to see the stars
and hear the trees

Look at me
I'm so naive
to be this far
yet not retrieve

Look at me
I'm in tears;
pain too much
for ****** ears.

Look at me
my spotlight gone
from my heart
another dawn.

It's NANA B's STASH.
DON'T TELL ANYONE

Just because I was forced to make myself appear normal to everyone else.
Doesn't mean I am normal.