"hello, my love" a dark Gothic woman cooed. " ah, at last, i can see my sweet beautiful woman" a Gothic man with black hair replied. you could see it in their eyes, they love each other, with all they have.
" WELL! son what are you doing over there come here" my mother and father called
Cautionary visions visit in viciously vivid fashion I'm dead and my head is missing Everyone is laughing
But me
And the sky is sorta dreary but I don't know With no eyes you don't see too clearly
Sew me a new one on, Attached at the neck Plastic instead of brittle skin and maybe then I can exist in some form above the normally gray and grim
I pray to a faceless facade I made a "God" in my head An eternal alternative to turn to and blame And claim to strangers that he works in mysterious ways My lips are chafed from singing unheard praises
I'm tasteless and it has me thinking that maybe my mouth was only a product of my imagination Food for thought I chew and stop Its too **** hot for contemplation
Still, I used to think my hands belonged to someone else Right up until I used them both to **** myself
It wasn't something like that in the beginning, never something like that. It was playful and light. And then one moment he's all she's thinking about. Always wondering where he is, what's he doing. waiting for his attention. He was so random and weird and with that she was ****** into his world without even realizing she's already core deep. Maybe he was too refreshing, or too mysterious and she craves everything about him
it's weird that sometimes when you study books so hard and so long you discover how every little thing everyday has a meaning too
some historical allusion or literary illusion that tells you exactly how someone feels about you or how you feel about them too.
so maybe all those studies weren't always a waste maybe the real meaning behind all of it is that they want you to give you a taste of all the symbolism of things before you're too late
A cold glass in hand So delicate on the nose Wine of Italy
Such a rich sweet smell Sparkling pink with berries Of both rasp and straw
Sips from a Rose Sea Tendrils coil down my body Flowers bloom warmly
Had my first who!e glass of Rosé wine today with a friend. I'm not a drinker, (so I'm naive in the ways of alcohol) but it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Not something I'll make a habit of doing either lol cuz I'm a lightweight. Me and alcohol don't mesh well, that I can be honest about. Drink responsibly always! Know you limits! Lyn ***
tuck me into bed leave the restless leaves i know how much you hate crumbs on the mattress but please feel the unpleasantness and kiss it goodnight i can tell you the stories i harvest inside myself like they were only yours to hear and they are my experiences are for you to bump shoulders with covered in sweat in the train station pardon the loud lights these make up the skin that will eventually hold me intact when the weather turns and slaps me again over and over again i could sing you to death
roam into these tunnels that carry my serotonin to and fro
