Your Summer SkinMy head's overflowing with ideas. I think this drought-like dry spell of creativity is coming to it's end.
If only I could write though. There's a million things I want to say and a million songs I want to sing, but I can't find the words eloquent enough to document the thoughts/memories whizzing in my head.
All I know, baby, is I like the way the words tumble out of your mouth. How they land at your feet and break into a million pieces. Who knew such well-crafted lies could be so brittle?
Optimism
your so pretty, btw.
watch mee?
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Rock here in the birch's lap
Swing in the manor of wind
Lay down your weary head
Let the blue stars darken
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Attention, all of my worst critics
Who were once the best of friends
You're all just crows on the power lines
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Rock here in the birch's lap
Swing in the manor of wind
Lay down your weary head
Let the blue stars darken
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•.My gallery [link]
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"Mirthless is this wandering through
Hollow days
Like a pale ghost I waste away in
This foul world"
thanks for the watch btw
Ready for the fashion show?
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Attention, all of my worst critics
Who were once the best of friends
You're all just crows on the power lines
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