i am cherry red lipstick i am 6 shots of whiskey and loud words i am soft fairy lights i am the day and the night, simultaneously i am my mothers daughter and then some i am unashamed, bare faced i am artist i am writer i am being
I loved you once I hurt you twice I am so sorry I never said anything nice In my heart I truly know I will always love you as long as the stars still show I can't help it but the way you make me feel is love I hope this week I can deeply show you the real man in me And sorry I ran out of rhyme
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
to a lovely boy; i want to tell you that you're lovely. that you're beautiful. oh so beautiful. i want to tell you that you're eyes send me to a whole other world. that you're sweaters look adorable on you. i want to tell you that you're hair is hot when it's wet, and that you're smile slowly kills me everytime. In a good way of course. i want to tell you that you're perfect in my eyes. i want to tell you that i like your face, and your lips, and your eyes, and your fingers, and your cheeks, and just you in general. I want to tell you that, i like how you stay focused on your canvas when you draw, and you look only at your lines. i want to tell you that i like- love it when you hug me. i feel safe. i want to tell you that im falling dangerously in love with you, but i'm scared.