It was ice-cream headaches And sweet avalanche. When the pearls in our shells Came out to dance. You call me a bad tipper Of the cradle. With tired yawns For fawns On hunter's lawns.
We're the has been Of husbands. Sharpening the knives Of young wives. Take two years And call me When you're better. Take teardrops of mine And find yourself wetter.
naa not really i hate my bedroom a moster hiding under your bed?
Im in a field because things did not go my way
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Why did I get involved? does he still love me? I hope so… I lay down in the daisies, trying to think of something to do,
gifts wrapped
I see a lady walk past with her dog “ these daisies look nice” she bent down beside me and wiped my tears “cheer up” she whisperd “things will work out” she left clasping some daisies, her dog at her side. I rolled on my belly looking at the daisies, being blown gently into my face, surrounding me like a blanket by the wind I plucked one out from the ground, about to strip it of its identity, without these its just bareI was just about to when a voice said inside my head : “why ruin a perfect, beautiful flower when I know he loves me not?” I tossed it and watched it fly away
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