Ohhh the elaborate plots,
of a girl trying to depart,
when she needs to ****.

What a striking metaphor,
to the core, for the attack,
against a natural score.

A silent symphony,
silent and deadly :{ buttt,
don't worry, you're too pretty.

I do not often write of love
For I have mostly only been stabbed by the thorns of the rose
I bled
And it left an ugly scar

But I know smell the sweet flowery smell
As I see him in the hallways
With his noise cancelling headphones on

He feels the walls closing in too
He feels thinks the mic tape is itchy too
He knows the feeling of blood pouring down your body
He feels things deeply too

He saw the face of panic
He took me somewhere quiet
I calmed down
He calmed down
We sat there in silence
Laughed
Nothing like that has ever happened before

"Beautiful" he called me
Is that flirting
Or is he just being friendly?

I'm not sure
If he even likes girls
After all, most good guys are gay
But hopefully
He feels the same way

I do not often write of love
But I don't think the sweet smell of the flower
Had ever smelled this sweet before

practice, bare with me

seasonal, suffering, maimed, buttt better than dying, tarnished, one high sticking out begging for life, bowl, better off with cereal, clean which, with..... 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 ,6, too many, I should probably quit...