cried so much last night
over 2 hours
in my room.
lips quivering trying to stop it
closing my eyes
trying soo hard.
sister walks in
starts talking
I do one shake of the head and there it is..
the tears.
the tears that have been held in for too long
the tears that started for no reason
trickling down my face
forcing myself to smile
makes it worse
people saying "I hope you feel better"
makes it worse
so close to balling my eyes out in 2 of
my classes
today
held it all in.
just keep telling myself
"Keep it in.."
but
Its okay to not be okay
-te

"Twinkle twinkle, little star
how I wonder what you are"

I know exactly what this one is
right above me
like a mini supernova;
it's the story
of a boy
and a girl
who loved each other
so much
that they wouldn't mind
if the world
collapsed
under the sun
because they only ever
wanted each other

"up above the world so high,
like a diamond in the sky"

and this one, too;
it reminds me of you
and how you used to sing me songs
that you made up
as you went along
and you drove along
the broken roads
with me
and please,
won't you come back?
I miss you more
than I miss being able
to name the constellations

"twinkle twinkle, little star
how I wonder what you are"

and how I wonder
whatever became of us.

I was walking;
Then, I ran.

No man's love
sails her ship.

It's something green
and quite obscene.

A cluster of
aberrations and light.

The cat,
and the little girl.

Are you a brush for my golden hair,
or a sharp dagger - so rare?;
Small pinches of my skin stand up,
in applauds, for your arrival,
but the question of survival still remains:
A swift sea? Or an endless night?
Something in between?
I am no owl, but I can see in the dark.
I am no dog, but I'll run if you strike.
Watch as the sun fades, then grows again.
It shrinks as the light fills me, so warm.
Can we share?; Can we love,
with an endless melody, rather than
an excerpt of being?
Whether yin or yang, I still see the air between.
Is it just you, or only me?
Be my daggerbrush,
because my hair still needs to be cut
after some time --
So, keep me in line,
and I'll look after you, truly.

First you introduce as pop
Then you let him know you are indie

Afterwards tell him how much you love him thru jazz and how you shiver in electro

Sometimes you can be insane you drop to hard-style bass and you scream in nu-metal
Then you turn to rock cause you're feeling better
Once you've calmed yourself chill-waves settled in your ambient

You do your last ballad dance and you end with a folk bow

*Slowly fading back into synthesia dream pop