| Oh my god, its (Before she dyed her hair) |


Silent SoundsThe blades keep spinning Round and round And the fan keeps making Its silent soundSilent Sounds
Cooling us down As we slowly drown In this empty town To which we are bound


Fields of AshIt was the type of rainy morning where the sky is all white, there's fog filling the atmosphere, and dew resting on the grass. I was standing in a field, the kind you see on farms, a mass of tall hay. But this field was out of the ordinary. It was a field of angels. Where the recently deceased roam. But I was alone.Fields of Ash


Collecting Dust, Becoming DustI am broken Falling apart Right now I feel If you tried to pick up the pieces They would break Into more smaller pieces And the more you tried to fix me And put me back together The more I'd break Until there was nothing left But particles of dust To be blown away by the wind And swallowed but the current of the oceanCollecting Dust, Becoming Dust


The Screaming Silence I woke up late. Glancing at my clock, I saw that it was Saturday, so it didn't matter anyways. I was missing the strength and motivation it took to get up, so I lied in bedThe Screaming Silence
for an hour, thinking and staring at my blank white ceiling. When I finally got up and dressed I payed my mirror a visit. My face was covered in the remnants of yes


the aristocracy called in sick"Hello, honey. I see you've come home early tonight. I have something to tell you."the aristocracy called in sick
Yes, I've missed you dear, and I have something to tell you to -- something to give you. Something in my pocket is feeling rather regicidal today; rather daring, rather curious, rather . . . committed, I'd say.
Oh, hun, what are you on about now? Do you think you're some chivalrous casanova? This morning, the starlit skies twinkled and it reminded me of your eyes, but I know I was just being fanciful."
Sit down, my darling mermaid. Let's engage in some blue


attracted to valence electronsWe're oil and water: immiscible chemicals. doomed to never mix;attracted to valence electrons
I'm the drowning sea, bland--lusting the hydrophobes repulsing from me.
You're the kerosene: flammable, fearing splashes because you're too weak...
like dipoles, split up-- positive and negative-- magnet ends shan't touch;
mismatched reactions, we are, but shhhh, don't tell the esoteric bonds
that ours isn't real, and my oxygens douse you, leaving you breathless.


kissing in the rain...i do silly little things like dancing on my roof in the rainkissing in the rain...
you say i'm a cliche
i say you're nothing but a heart ache
you tell me something in your pants ache too i laugh and call you disgusting
you whisper that i love it really
i agree and kiss your collar bone
we smile
--
Dance untill your feet bleed and you can't dance any more
--
'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
--
'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
--
'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
--
the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
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