If her trousers were any
tighter, I'd have to get the clippers out As that toe, was in need of a trim..
Why oh why
Can’t I be perfect Like you Why oh why Do I have to be Plain old me
do these tired eyes lie to you
with their dulled shine and plain blueish eyes don't you understand im just tired of course you're a good person you didn't make me feel bad i swear im just tired right i mean thats probably it you didnt do anything im just... tired
No Imelda Marcos, she,
One good pair of shoes for me, Plain, flat, sensible, black, No **** high heels, alack, But I can walk where I want to be, One good pair of shoes for me!
You wait till you get old! Feedback welcome.
I seek to find That which I lost And lost my mind. I'm at a loss Now that I've gained. Insanity's fancy, Mundane's plain
Ink flows from my veins
I painted my mind when true colours i gain But I damaged my heart which was plain.
Golden boy, tell me you love me
under the distant, golden sun In a golden grained field where we can explore this love Amidst the grained plain where wildflowers roam where wildflowers it has gained.
rainbows did not interest me anymore
I could always hear my demons' roar a sound sleep could not save me at all how would you expect me to stand tall? even the flowers that bloomed through sun's ray couldn't make me smile, couldn't make my day a hug could help, but only for a minute deep talks made sense, but no one swam through it laughter became rare and expensive I couldn't afford one; even my tokens were evasive they said sunsets could make you happy oh... um... really? what sound should I make when I drown? should I shout or should I just frown? it felt like death; I've always wanted to die happiness was silent... and so was I
It's been a long time. I'm so glad I am able to write right now.