I love a love story Warms a heart I’d meant to keep cold I want a love story One where all it takes is a rose to start a fever In a place where I’m delicate and soft And to keep me A battle must be won.
i wear my diamonds on the daily doesn't matter where i go i like to watch the flags a-wavin' reminds me why he's still not home and i cook up ultraviolence dope and glitter on the stove keepin' it hot for when he gets here gotta make sure his safe is full
he's a bad boy, on a roll likes to watch me smoke while i work the pole and he's all mine, cherry pie like to ride shotgun when it's do or die
he don't do nothing for free but he's free as one can be gives his pretty baby everything that her iced out heart can dream with his sawed-off in his lap i know that this is where it ends and if i die by his sailor hands i'll make sure to kiss god's rings
From the golden pearls placed on its doors, my breath got cut short. Its sliver coloring shook me to my core. I saw it’d started to widen , thought I would see the world’s most beautiful garden... but instead : stood, before me a pit of fire and hell that could **** me, and melt the life I have inside of me , I saw flames that spoke to me “Ryan”
I like the contrast between the meaning of the name Ryan in different cultures ( gates to heaven hints the title ;) ) and hell .
wee bit of innocence, left upon the rampant running blindly with an open shield to find self confidence some shred of assurance of guidance praying you'll prey in place of the prey ... in this world, this world, this cruel, cruel, wild, world...
I want to eat junk and not grow fat I want a loving boyfriend whose not an ******* I want to miss classes and still get a degree I want to be a pro footballer without hurting my knee I want flawless skin with an iced tea and milkshake diet I want my voice to be heard and still be quiet I want to have hot *** and keep my virginity I want to party all night and day and keep my sanity I want to smoke trees as still be religious I want to not lift a finger and still be prestigious I want the impossible
My life is a combination of paradoxical situations and states. ha. ha. ha. Not even funny
nothing is wrong but something doesn’t feel right i am an actress in a play who has tears in her eyes because the script changed and now she doesn’t know her lines. the spotlight burns on my skin i know this is a defining moment the universe has its eyes on me but all I can do is speak echoes of what I rehearsed Uncertainty and Anxiety press against my chest as if trying to break through my ribcage and crush my heart i want to leave the stage quit the play burn the script but I love my role too much and I want those flowers when the curtain falls