sticks and stones may break my bones but words stick with me forever words like porcelain and silver create an image in my mind of a girl with glass skin and shining eyes words like sharp and ache make me picture bleeding veins spilling stardust instead of crimson words like gasp and shudder show shivers down her spine breathing as quietly as possible at the first brush of innocent lips sticks and stones may break your bones but words will change your life
- c.s.
i really hate this. the muse is not so strong tonight.