I EITHER WRITE IN ALL CAPITALS OR NONE AT ALL
and yes, i smoke every ****** cigarette to the filter
yet my sadness never fades
i have bent and creased my sorrows into tiny origami butterflies
and sometimes when it rains i am the happiest i've ever been
and when the sun runs away
i am the only one here on earth
everyone is teeter-tottering on the moon
i truly feel alive
and no,
i cannot take away what others have given
and no,
i cannot find solace in my own words
we are all together in this cosmic game
when your favourite pen runs out of ink,
i hope you think
of me.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
I EITHER WRITE IN ALL CAPITALS OR NONE AT ALL
and yes, i smoke every ****** cigarette to the filter
yet my sadness never fades
i have bent and creased my sorrows into tiny origami butterflies
and sometimes when it rains i am the happiest i've ever been
and when the sun runs away
i am the only one here on earth
everyone is teeter-tottering on the moon
i truly feel alive
and no,
i cannot take away what others have given
and no,
i cannot find solace in my own words
we are all together in this cosmic game
when your favourite pen runs out of ink,
i hope you think
of me.
