I am happy dreaming.
It is good for my head.
For if am dreaming.
I know I am not dead.

6 strings,
Endless possibilities.
Happiness.

My golden honey-***,
sweet fruit of the bees,
I'd love to lick you
in the spring-time breeze;
drink from your luscious golden jar,
and love your taste,
just as you are.
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A honey-***:
http://beautyineverything.com/5054031447

What do I do?

With Beautiful skin,
Broken bones.

The beautiful skin, the lovely mask.
With the broken bones, the structures cracked.

Why can only you make me smile?
I need your love for just a little while.

Baby, please.
I'm breaking down.
I loved you once,
And you let me drown.

I am stuck.
Stuck with loving you.
No one compares.
Everyone is scared.

I love you.

Can't you
Love me too?

I lathered my hands gently,
My skin drinks the lotion.

Feeling rather useless after a "good ****"

Free from minuscule flaws,
My rough nails distract you.

I lose your interest, once again...