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Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
dear precious and dexterous, the house in the hills of cinque terre, is resplendent in its alluring wealth. it is orange,
A yellow twinkle in your eyes, A smile in your beautiful, red heart. A bright future full of clear hope, A clear, blue sky to paint your talent. A lavender purple to show your grace,
I look around me All of my family As if they were Fresh white paint On a wall I am a black smudge On that wall I am different From them all I look at my friends
There he was, a clown grasping for the balloons in his belly reaching outside the classroom for more than this, he finds himself in clouds, puffyness, a softness in colors yet is bound to the ground,
Life becomes rather monochromatic when you become very melodramatic, because your friends aren't really estatic to talk to the self fanatic, and social interation becomes problematic,
Night skies so dark
Identity is more than a name, Identity is who I was and who I became. Underneath the thick veneer, My heartbeat lies and holds all my fear. And with each click and thump and beat,
Raw thoughts filled
Blind Ambition Keeps me wishin' I had someone like You Orange burst of passion Purple mist
Glistening ice shards sunlight coats the frozen field magic morning glow Rustling desert sands wind whipping at tender flesh dangerous beauty Mightiest oak tree
Fifteen ways to die
The burger looks scrumptious and you want to buy that hat
The sweet smell of roses in the air,
She had a Janere cat with fat and iggly paws and every time he spoke, he flashed his great white jaws.
When I was your age, The sky was purple The geese were green and flew home for winter. When I was your age, The sun set blue and rose from the watery deep and vibrant maroon. When I was your age,
I'm a chromatic entity A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow Are you understanding me? A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
In days to come I write of hope, I write of beaming white. I scrawl of joy and scribble truth, and smiling, sweet aloof.