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lying on a beach
looking up at the clouds
same idea perched
on both of our mouths,
i am a bird on a window sill
you're a song upon my lips
i will sing you to the trees and hills
and place your hands
upon my hips.

i stole glances at you
as you tried ignoring me
you were focused on the view
and you were all i could see
that night i saw you dancing
you were young, wild, and free,
and tonight i'm not alone,
because you're lying
next to me.
Circumnavigate Earth with your never-ending journey;
To find peace,
But instead, you land in a place of abomination, of pure horror
Poverty, sickness, pollution, ******, ****, war,
Hatred
You move on, but everywhere is synonymous to everywhere
The only tranquillity that can be distinguished,
Is up in the place between heaven, and sea,
The place only reserved for your species
Designated to your entirety so that you can still live free
For as long and far as elegant wings can flutter
Superior to the Hell we call Home, to the Home we call Hell
 May 2012 Isabella Macdonald
mads
I-I-I c-can't stop this stutter, t-this involuntary tremble,
And I-I can't seem to close m-my eyes,
Br-bright lights and h-****** screams,
I'm s-scared of this place that doesn't s-seem to exist
To the rest o-o-of the ignorant world,
S-stutter, I'm sick of be-being tongue tied,
Cut it out a-and paint these filthy s-s-streets
With a saliva and b-****** liquid,
I wouldn't mind, I-I'm a part of t-the ignorant world,
They w-wouldn't m-m-mind either.
Cut o-out my tongue and dis-dissolve my words
So I don't have to c-ch-choke upon
Thr-th-three words I've n-never s-s-said
Th-three w-words I c-co-could never s-say.
 May 2012 Isabella Macdonald
mads
Oh, pretty, pretty please tell me
You see me in your dreams,
And pretty, pretty please say
That in your imagination
I'm happier than I seem
Because I've alway been that lost girl
Searching this big world
And your mind twists and deludes who I am
I was never as bubbly as I came across
And I suppose that's why our bubble popped.
How did you make me seem so fake?
When I'm real flesh and bone
Just like you.
I could never be just what you wanted
And you couldn't stay as long as
I wanted you to.
make of this what you want.
 May 2012 Isabella Macdonald
mads
You said yourself that the world doesn't spin for us
So, darling, why are you looking at me like that?
You're the reason I don't like eye contact.
Never sure if you're judging or wanting me.
And you're coming across as a child.
Didn't your Ma ever tell you it's rude to stare?
Ah, darling, talk to me to sort this out
Because we left this situation so broken.
Are you scared? I am.
Are you ignorant? I know you are.
And... Is that a bead of sweat on your brow?
I suppose -
The only way I'd know is if I was staring at you too.
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