The wind whistles as it whips down the winding street Trying to knock down people wary of the ice and snow beneath their feet. The sky watching over them is still. But it's a trap. A storm is coming in for the ****
It is all fake sadness Without cups, no sprite to collect the rains We are an endless rolling fog on the edge of the terrain.
We are foxes living in the suburbs we are sneaky creatures not meant for fluorescent light-bulbs and streetlamps We are the oldest vulpines alive
I had been asked about symbology-- about flags and shapes and geometric plagues I had to recollect the places in my head, London was a dime, Berlin was a teeter-totter U.S.A was a great big long balloon snake
There wasn't anything left to say in the barbershop, the razor blades dully buzzing, no songs but the buzzing of satellite radio
I got a removal done, my deforested head could feel the wind caress it I was a new and reemerged cocoon with a lacking self-confidence I studied books and computers at Best Buy
You were a yet unknown quantity you were god in the skies of San Ramon Valley High Or perhaps the other prestige of some other village dream You emerged and contained within the largest fib
Give me one good reason why You deserve any more of god than the earth.
it's just fun now. for some reason this boy always knows what to say to get you hooked. this time you aren't actually hooked on him though. because this time he has made no promises like he did before. you are thankful because he never keeps them anyways. last night he said his usual line. "there is just something about you." you are confused but know not to take it to heart. lately you've learned to not take anything to heart. it's okay. you wish it wasn't like that. but it is. this time you told him that it would be casual. the sound of his breath on your neck reminds you of an old piece you wrote when you didn't know. but now you do. and so does he. he makes you feel good. he never breaks eye contact. he revs his engine when he drops you off because you told him that's what boys do when they think a girl is hot. he makes you want to roll your eyes and smile afterwards. he doesn't talk about the grey house with lemonade or the roller coaster hill or the fact that he once said he thought he was in love with you. but it's okay because he let you steal his sweatshirt and still kisses you goodnight afterwards when he walks you to your car.