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Oh us silly girls,
Always dancing around.
Oh us silly girls,
Wearing our crowns.
Oh us silly girls,
Writing love poems.
Oh us silly girls,
Wanting to grow up.
Oh us silly girls,
Living through dreams.
Oh us silly girls,
Hemming the seams.
Oh us silly girls,
Falling in love.
Oh us girls,
How we need our love.
I dare you to fall in love.
I dare you to dare me too.
I dare you to hug me.
And I will keep you.
I dare you to say it.
I dare you to make it true.
I dare you to kiss me.
Especially, when I'm blue.
I dare you to look into my eyes.
I dare you to see right through.
I dare you to make love to me.
Because baby, I'm in love with you.
:)
Scatter your thoughts like a broken mirror.
Bad luck you say? Toss me a beer.
Stumble and grumble, dance and stray.
Tell everyone what you want to say.
Regroup your actions and ease your mind.
I'll take back what was once mine.
A utopia of peace. A sliver of violence.
I can now take this lingering silence.
It took me less time than I concluded.
But only a couple days were excluded.
Thank you kind sir, even if it lasts only a short trot.
You have helped me the most, believe it or not.
Hidden well, secrecy is reason.
I'm over this act of what I thought was treason.
Last chance to claim your youth. Tis the end of words. Action requires dignity. A selfless act of determining the young. And its driver. Prepare to be nominated the unity of its forbidding vegetable. Prepare for war. Can you see the likely hood of life? Can hear the chants shouting your name? Only to retire in rightful shame? Shake up your chances, make a bet with the devil. Show him whose boss. If not? harmonize with the consequences of your deceiving cower. Your unintentional quivering flinch. Who is to tell you what's forsaken? Or what is to come? Arrive in bravery. Retreat with poise. Fight with mayhem, for that is how we, the youth, battle.
Here I stand.
On a chunk of land.
Pickle in hand.
Not much to say.
But words that sway.
In a way that seems.. fitting.
Not a rap,
Nor a wrap,
Or an old tree with sticky sap.
On a train,
Not a plane.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land.
Pickle in hand.
This seems to be familiar.
On a mat,
That was torn by a cat,
In the corner the cat sat.
Did I say train?
I meant plane.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in hand.
Eating Swedish Fish,
Only to make a wish,
A wish for a tasty dish.
And for you? Another round.
So I poke myself with a pin,
So I would win;
A chance to take a nice car for spin.
Why you ask?
It's almost a task.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in hand.
This is my life.
I say **** strife.
I say cut if with a knife.
I need not worries.
This is my call?
I say we all fall.
Here I stand,
On a chunk of land,
Pickle in Hand.
silly willis
I thrive in others uncertainty.
I cower in the light of he.
I tremble to make no mistake.
I blame those who do it for their own sake.
I take pride in what I do.
I blossom to show that I can bloom.
I burden those for the right route.
I revel in sincere doubt.
I create passion and fuel fire.
I water it down to show no mire.
I keep secrets, so I keep friends.
I tell them to the ones who matter, in the end.
I tend to sit on a shelf.
So I can show everyone my true self.
bippity boppity boo
I didn't choose to be anything but me.
I didn't force myself to be.
I didn't decide to live.
I didn't have a say on what color crib.
I didn't pay for my first pair of shoes.
I didn't know how to refuse.
I didn't realize what life was about.
I didn't mean to fill my mind with doubt.
Although, I am not a saint.
I don't have one complaint.
shibby
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