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Sweet Little Red Berry
My sweet little red berry, you remain
The sweetest and most bitter confection known.
I love the wrinkles climbing on your face
When you grin like a rambunctious child,
Though you're the demon governing my days.
I love you in your wrap-around sandals, tracing
Steps light as some seraphim's design.

My sweet little red berry, I trust fate—
Else, love, why can't I have you, though I ache
With this fierce hunger? Tell me, scarlet fruit,
Why does your pale-pink skin so hypnotize?
What makes your walking pose so gracefully
As if Olympus' nymphs were teaching you?

We'll never hold this dialogue in life.
I'll never speak this love aloud. So I
Shall answer for you, dreaming you lie near,
Whispering, whispering with borrowed tenderness:
"Because I am the compound of all sweets
And bitterness you've ever dared to taste."
oh honey believe it, the greater good, the great beyond. wherein things get lost. wherein things are deemed ill. mentally. ill. unwell. you can’t seem to turn that frown upside down. to a smile. you suggest it but you aren’t sure what it means. you’re able to explain it in simple terms. that you take your mouth, curl it up one side at a time.
if you can manage to turn each side up equally, well, that’d be spectacular, that’d be something, that’d be the smile everyone believes.
я хочу щоб ти був лише моїм але мені байдуже якщо ти з іншою (чи ні?)
я хочу щоб ти був лише моїм але тобі байдуже якщо я з іншим (чи ні?)
Those cursed with observer's eyes
watch without sound
in the loud crash of a city's downfall
Although a curse,
those blessed with those eyes
can build kingdoms
with just a look
But silent, they stay

How can one not be wary of the lord's
great skies
but be aware of every grain
of sand among the stores
How can one watch in quiet
as his superiors fall
but jump at the sound of a mere
whisper

Those cursed stand alone,
but yet everyone lies inside their heart
big, but empty
Silent but yet the windows of the souls
showcase chaos
I always wondered why his eyes looked so sad
selma 3d
I will die for you,
lie for you,
get naked, and sprawl my heart
wide   for   you.
Some days, I carry my heart in my hands instead of my chest
Sore from being squeezed behind a cage for so long
Finally free, it cries crimson tears; hating me although it knows I'm doing it for the best
"My child," I say, "I'd rather you be locked away than you to break and be lost."

Some days, I would rather live in silence than survive through quick fixes
Some words aren't meant to come, and I'm told it won't last
People come and go, and I want someone to care, but each time I end up with stitches
So in the end, my own thoughts are what I have

Some days, I collect my tears, sweat, and blood
To convince myself that there is something more in society
Spend my days looking at the storm clouds. The only tears I give up
Unnoticed, in the midst of the loud, I leave quietly
If you’re going to crash the plane
Crash it over water
So I can swim to the shore
Collect my propeller sword
To chop off the hands of thieves
Who have theories of how the plane has crashed in the first place
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