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Darling, you knew that I was going to ask you to marry me
Warmth gleamed in your eyes when the night wind blew
I honestly told you how strong my love for you grew
You turned your head towards me and said, “I love you too”
The walls of my bedroom reflect my sadness.
Who painted them blue, I wonder?
They just stand here with nothing to do.
I am alone with these four walls every night.
I kneel down and pray to the Lord.
the brain is a university bedroom
adorn it how u want
scatter memories like golden fairy lights
circling the sloped ceiling
look how they flicker until
they are reduced to a soft glow
Snoopy came first,
Comforting me in my crib.
Snoopy was the best,
Dancing on my walls.
Snoopy was my room from ages one to four.
Snoopy came first,
Comforting me in my crib.
Snoopy was the best,
Dancing on my walls.
Snoopy was my room from ages one to four.
Dear Self,
Sometimes when it's late at night
and I feel like my room is the only vessel
drifting through a black spacious ocean
with the constellations above,
some bars of light will begin circling around
You are a scattered rainbow thrown into orbit.
Sunlight coasts in on the sails of dust
and gently kisses the sides of
geometric caverns of wood,
