She is so weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
The other girls all float around with their eyes painted like cats,
Rounded with black and flicked up at the end, but she
Swims with
her eyes painted like fish
One little flick down
One little flick up at the
End and
The other girls whisper about her
Saying
She is so weird
She is so weird
she is so weird
because
She has watercolor lips
In pretty shades of pink
Not sharp
And
Red
Like the other girls
She is not a collection of edges and shadows, she is
Soft and
She is so weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
She looks dreamy
And sometimes
Confused
The other guys whisper that
There is
Not much there
In her head
And that
she is So weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
She has three black lines embedded in the
Side of the
skin on her neck
Stacked like deep
Vs lined under
Each other and once I asked her
If they were birds in flight
Or gills
And she laughed
It wasn’t cruel
She pulled me close
And whispered both
With a smirk
And then she smiled wide
And shook her head and told me
That
I Am so weird
I am so weird
I am So weird
And though I knew it was an insult
When the cats whispered it
It wasn’t one when it came from the fish
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
She is so weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
The other girls all float around with their eyes painted like cats,
Rounded with black and flicked up at the end, but she
Swims with
her eyes painted like fish
One little flick down
One little flick up at the
End and
The other girls whisper about her
Saying
She is so weird
She is so weird
she is so weird
because
She has watercolor lips
In pretty shades of pink
Not sharp
And
Red
Like the other girls
She is not a collection of edges and shadows, she is
Soft and
She is so weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
She looks dreamy
And sometimes
Confused
The other guys whisper that
There is
Not much there
In her head
And that
she is So weird
She is so weird
She is so weird
She has three black lines embedded in the
Side of the
skin on her neck
Stacked like deep
Vs lined under
Each other and once I asked her
If they were birds in flight
Or gills
And she laughed
It wasn’t cruel
She pulled me close
And whispered both
With a smirk
And then she smiled wide
And shook her head and told me
That
I Am so weird
I am so weird
I am So weird
And though I knew it was an insult
When the cats whispered it
It wasn’t one when it came from the fish
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