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Out West I found that
Dangerously glittering bohemian lifestyle.

Where Los Angeles falls down with joy
And rumbles deep from its canyon bellies

And when you need some sadness
You split to Berlin
And come back with none of your clothes.
 Jan 2017 StaticNSage
maggie W
I wanna  be your cold stone girl,
The one you not only flirt but order a banana flavor for.

The thought of  you going to other cold stone
without me there frowning upon your choice
could **** me even in the city I love the most.

While we're both chasing our own dreams
I'll always remember you said
"Who knows what will happen,it's a small world"

I wanna be your cold stone girl,
The one that always greets you with a smile.
If you cannot find any cold stone you like
in  Nanjing, don't worry
I'm always up for ice cream in the cold

In February, you are off to my city
I secretly wish you won't for fall any cold stone girls
that giggle at your corny  jokes

I wanna be your cold stone girl,
and keep you company
While we both sail around the world.

10 months sounds like a long period of time,but
it's a small world after all.
When we fulfill that unknown dreams of our own
Meet me again in the cold stone,
for I will always be, your cold stone girl.
I wrote this in mind with the melody of "The girl" by City and Colour. Intended to be lyrics. To Michael.
 Jan 2017 StaticNSage
tl b
there's a tumbleweed ricocheting off the barren walls of my heart.
there's a tumbleweed rustling within the bleak walls of my brain.
I am breaking apart,
I am going insane,
No,
I simply am going.
I am going,
I am gone.
 Jan 2017 StaticNSage
tl b
Giving
 Jan 2017 StaticNSage
tl b
Give your time to a lady,
give your time to a gent.
The greatest gift you can give
is where your time is spent.
 Jan 2017 StaticNSage
Inkveined
The sound of the music box
Isn't nearly enough
To drown out
The sound
Of my still breaking heart
the rain sighs and weeps
and behind our back
a song of woe she sings.
you touch my lips,
your own fallen agape,
and here—
within the shadows of your palm
into our own kingdom I breathe life.
yes I am dreaming of spring in the middle of winter and I don't mind at all
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