The tread on yer shoes aint there. The tread on yer shoes aint there nowhere. Worn out beyond compare, the whole pair, so you slipped off yer **** and fell down the stairs! Ya hollered and yelled the moment ya fell, but no one came to help! A loud KABOOM, but no one in their rooms could even hear ya yelp! It rained that night ya stepped outside to a nasty tumbling blunder! Cuddled up, cozied up in our beds cause we all just thought it was thunder.
Stomp Stomp Stomp like an old wet mop, you was mad as a hornet's nest! Had to sit through what happened to you, and you made sure of it! Said you was out there just a cryin for help, while everyone just stayed put. You reminded us again of what happened to you, then bent over and showed yer ****.
Not sayin that this matter is a funny disaster. But seein that yer fine, don't mind the laughter!
Better go get new shoes today, or this might happen again. Land on yer **** like that, I say, and you might just break yer chin!
When you giggled through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And i’d never see you again it was a beer bottle to my head You wore hubris like a **** wears hublot Everyone seemed to know All about your misery But you To you Your tears were salt for your tongue Your sighs were air from your lungs When you whimpered through the telephone Telling me how you just ****** some coke dealer And you never want to see him again It was a beer bottle to my head I never was too fond of coke ****** But to see your newfound acceptance Of your own true nature Was a King Reduced to kneeling Was a Lion Left to observation
I met you in the winter, and I remember Your hair burned like autumn leaves. Like a fresh cup of coffee on the skin, Like embarrassed, flushed red cheeks, And like the suffocating stage lights.
I wished my tone was as warm as yours, I wished my brain was as bright as yours, I wished my words were as illuminating as yours. But for now, all I can do is help you Clean up your mess with my cold hands.
clean up other people's messes, it might gain you a friend. for Liam
You always ask me what I'm thinking of and I must admit if you knew my true thoughts you will never see me the same again.
Constantly I am thinking about how I could possibly feel beautiful at night when I eat anything during the day.
I can't tell you this because you might worry for me. You would say I am beautiful always.
While this helps it feels as though you are putting a band-aid on a cavernous wound. One that was small many years ago, but recently was infected, left untreated and ignored because of how ugly it is to me. I am embarrassed that I love you more then I love myself.
So I won't reveal what I'm truly thinking to you ever. Instead I smile, blush even, and say I cannot stop thinking of you.
You hate the gray in your hair. I hate my weight. You hate your freckles. I hate my dimples. We both hate when we get pimples. You don't understand why people love your nose. But that's the way it goes. These things embarrass us. But honestly, they're the best parts. Because we find proof that we're human in the reflection given off by these things we call imperfections