out of the ordinary, out of the box, out of this world
Thorns of guilt
I sit on the crest
Of a teardrop moon,
created somewhere somewhere there maybe maybe there where
I don’t pick up the rocks by the river.
into the starlit expanse
She moves into light, my hands
breaking off the little creeks
say a lot about a person
Peachy pale island: protruding from the warm lavender bathwater.
Zoboomafoos’ been dead for years,
Well, I think she looks beautiful
I swear you don’t even really love me, yet and I swear,
Cat-like, emerald, caramel, and in them
you became a bear as you melted into the couch,
When his darkest highness,
[YESTERDAY: i framed a sunset at dusk—
bright light, fair thin tall petite
The skies will learn to rue my death
Once at the end of a street with more road than homes
It was always to the black suitcase
Says I remind her of an aunt:
I attempt suicide everyday.
It feels that way.
pour before you drink
I’m sewing the torn pieces of self.
i am in love
with the girl from the stars
Clammy skin prickles with regretful power
My love for you is more than an emotion,
listen i haven’t been prepared for this
It has started to rain, and I wish
She has spent her whole Sunday afternoon on a cemetery
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