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it's just going to be me, her, and the microphone...just having one of our everyday conversations...
past..present...future...gotta luv him
he makes my day and brightens my night. i cant stop staring at a such a beautiful sight. he makes my butterflies flap faster and faster. wishing and hoping this lasts. i cant think of a happy life with no other. luv when he kisses my cheeks and brushes his hands against my forehead. not only do i luv him, i cant seem to get him off my mind.
music lyrics attract.
cartoons♥.
we lay..i stare...and
i think..
how beautiful;
his eyes gaze on mine.
his lips settled just perfectly.
his hair so neatly combed.
his fingers so long chipped at the end
but i love the feeling of his touch.
his voice when he speaks
jokingly and yet comforting.
his clothing taste so rare and different.
his worriedness when i go behind the big walls
so cute, and yet i now know why.we lay..i stare...and
i think..
how beautiful;LOVE
all i want to do is make poetry famous
all i want to do is burn my initials into the sun
all i want to do is read poetry from the middle of a burning building
i want people to hear my poetry and get headaches
i want people to hear my poetry and vomit
i want people to hear my poetry and weep, scream, deisapper, start bleeding. eat their television sets, beat eachother to death with swords.
go out and get riotously drunk on someone else's money-david lerner