**ELL GUITAR** [RIP TIGER LILY :'( ]

.. © ell guitar layout. dont copy. i put that i'm taken so random 12 year old girls from America dont grow an obsession with me.
My existance is on a voyage of emotion and unearthing reality. gracefully it flows through the dust filled stars curving and crashing into the bumps of the grimy shadows in the seabed. ushered along by the hustle and bustle of society, i get falsely guided by the horrors and dismay of the bottom of my teacup. Exhausted of being instructed how to perform, whilst queasy of giving the impression im endearing and naive im equipped to construct footprints in the golden sand that countless have marched before in the past. when the sun rises emerges from the obscurity of the Earths surface, i will burn your animosity into twisted rings from my cigerette teasingly floating into the fogged air. misplaced and misled, the future and I dont agree. i go my way, and it goes its way cursing disgust towards myself but i'll still stir your sins into cupfuls of nights together and a spoonful of days spent between sheets. i wish i'd forget how to much i desire your affection for me. the confessions of this oral cavity are harrasment for stolen kisses and summer spent memories. shall i find another use for these vestal lips? to talk on the telephone and spit out words of irrevocable wit. yet, i'd waste them lips on a unwarranted kiss, and we'd share evenings nestled in wine. but we'd talk without speaking and hone our abilities to tug at each others twisted heartstrings. along with some other funny little things... like being trapped in our bed and sleeping as though dead, waking only to devour the dreams seeping from our skin. yet, far from these swollen lips nestled in my punctured edge opening is my hallucination of me and the young charli frazzeled on heat being coupled as lovers through correlation brought by mine and her silky palm exchanging the warmth of passion. - by ell guitar kaycheers.i hate those people that never make an effort to make someones day. it's boring. or those that get bitter by your associations, that frown at the people you know are real friends. i like my friends to do silly things, like buy a puzzle book and sit with me to do it, or spend 3 hours trying to find the way to one station and laugh at our mistakes, or the friend that refuses to let you pay for your drink. its not about money, the best of friends need not find a £70 night out but spend a few pennies on a night in, no alcohol. i mean i love the simple sins of smoking at 2am and drinking in excess, but the fluctulating ego is never a good thing which grows with the consequences of sin. sex isnt the language two lovers should speak, i'd know what with one girl used and the other loved. you learn alot from mistakes but thats my mistake ; letting myself make these mistakes. i'm the sort of person who will keep a poem, valentines card, drawing or photo forever and what with that the memories wedge up my simple mind. never call me a friend until i say you are - ill spit on your hair when your not looking if not, aha but all in all, i know who the real friends are ; they never let go xm a bit sick of twattypratty girls ; liars, cheats, users and creeps. i need someone who will make a rainy day similar to that of summer holiday. i want a proper girl, one that holds my hand in front of their friends. its the simple things that people do that make them special just like you. I want to wake up in her arms, nestled close and touch their heart. I want her to wake me with pages of poetry, preferably ripped out of the libarys oldest book & have her wanting a morning breath kiss despite the risk. I want tight cuddles to warm us up, sharing our kisses while ignoring the trash tv in the background. I want her to pick out what i should wear and pretend its awful while other girls stare. i want to be someones world, i want to make someone the happiest girl, and i want to let them know I'd never leave them. ever. i want a girl that will make my life into a fairy tale. I want wasted hours staring in her eyes, and seeing how long it takes before our lips combine. i want full inboxs day noon and night, and to spit wit down the telephone til the early hours of the morning. I want little notes snuck into my pockets with stupid stuff like naked women they drew and little love hearts. I want them to come out with me and my twin, to drink schambucinthe and chew on chunky chips. I want a pretty girl who will write me a rythm, saying they're happy they are mine. I want picnics in parks, photobooth fun and kisses in front of grannys. I want a princess who I can treat, with shopping or just something to eat. I dont want sex every weekend anymore, its boring because it handicaps hearts. i want to wonder around like blake and amy winehouse, showing the world how happy we are together. but i have the highest standards in the world ; ull know if your the one. my top friends needs fixing after a virus, sorry for any delays.