Pack your things in a box painted blue In a shoe box you found in the back of the closet Your school bag and the purse your sister loved We are leaving behind the memories Leave these cold nights and drive through the woods Find a lake to drown in and throw your family picture in too Get out of the water still breathing Still just barely alive We can kiss under the stars Love in the night as we leave everything we once knew Home doesn't have to be a place And it sure as hell isn't a person But maybe the feeling you give me is Lets thrive on nothing my dear We can be more than just our family Become the stars with me I'd like to burn
i'm back in school again, i wrote this in history class sitting next to quite possibly the most beautiful stranger I've ever seen.
Paints in broad daylights in cool cloudy darks often relaxes down the line when the rain pours down and the flute is on play it isn't yet done.
The sea at the clement eve strives to splash over this rainbow-kissed brush the moon will thaw the billow with moonlight before the waking sleeping beauty's eyes and the night will pour over it, it's full bowl eternally pitch black only to see lighting up zillions of stars on the paintbrush it isn't yet done!
Apparently that looks only kohl the night eyes in within a colour eternally weighed down out of sight mass hues looking to visualise a scoop paints yet one more first light. Full of colours the paintbrush it isn’t yet done!
Rive! Split apart, up and down circle both ways. Let the pearl be down the sea and the star up on the high find the sky. Not a perfect circle yet to scoop the last decimal of Pi it's fine. Let a loophole be only for an eye!