Photo of a sultry woman Instragram does job yeoman A top star at average lifespan Gave a heart All men young or old Young at heart Bold to the women bold Apparels, clothes and ornaments Only for decoration What's the harm If they expose All men more or less Of same character ***** or hymn What's the difference?
☆ silver tinsel wrap ped around the christmas tree in the living room and glass bau bles hanging from the branch es with white lights woven in be tween such a soothing sight to see as i start my early morning with some pepp ermint coffee and i just love these december days with the tree
Stars are actually snowballs, constantly being thrown at each other by the playful children that are the Old Gods. Planets are ornaments that adorn the Christmas tree in the center of the Solar System. One of them has a floral pattern, one of them has the British flag on it, and one of them, I think, is half-shattered, only held together by the holy adhesive that is tape. The meteors are popcorn garlands, that we popped the other night. Now they're stale and flavorless, so we decided to decorate space with them.
All those decorations from last season on your door, they won't help your fading memories to last. Let's admit that we're all ghosts in waiting. Knock one back with me. We can rattle our chains to Christmases past.
Tally up. Count the sum. See, I've got a clever face. But I ain't no plastic monkey on your dashboard. 'Cuz I've done my share of sinning and I've told my share of lies. But this heart's built ******* tough like a Ford.
Come again to the ball. We can bring along our masks. We can hide our pretty faces' ugly creases. We can laugh. We can dance. We can pretend we're still young. But we can't deny our dents. Not tonight.
No, I won't deny my dents--Not tonight.
Out the door, night is cold. Let the band begin again. Doubt me now, but I am only getting warmed up. Though you've done your share of dancing, you're not really wanting out. Just like me: you never like an empty cup.
Tally up. Count the sum. I might be deaf, blind and dumb. I ain't like the ******* monkeys on your dashboard. I'm just a ghost in ***** sheets and I have made my share of beds and I believe I'll ******* sleep fine tonight.
And you should try and sleep fine tonight.
Well, all those pretty lights, strung up last season on your door, they won't help your fading fortitude to last. Let's confess that we're just ghosts in waiting. One more dance with me. We can haunt this town and recall Christmas past.
LITTLE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE ILLEGIBLE LIKE SCRIBBLES ON PAPER. THE CHILD WILL NOT STAY BETWEEN THE LINES ANYWAY. DANGLING ORNAMENTS JUST REMEMBRANCE OF THOUGHTS PUSHED BACK.PUSHED BACK, YET STILL HELD ON TO, WITH OR WITHOUT KNOWING THE PAUSE, REWIND, AND FAST FORWARD HAVE BECOME THE NIRVANA FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT INTO THE HOLE IN THE WALL. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT IN THE HOLE IN OUR SOULS. WHAT IS LEFT NOW SLOWLY WITHERS AWAY AS DUST IN THE WIND,FLYING IN OUR FACE TRYING TO BLIND US. WE MUST BRUSH OF THE DIRT EVERYDAY