Dand |
I'm constantly plucked, discarded, thrown, used, dropped, kicked, stepped upon, and yet I'm here. Breathing. Just dandy, I sing. Just dandy. Someday I won't sing. Someday you won't hear a tune. Someda...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:15:00 GMT |
Nostalgia |
j Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry.
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you
And tell you I set you apart.
Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions
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Posted by on Sun, 13 Sep 2009 02:22:00 GMT |
Function. |
I hide. I fear people, judgment, and generally every action most teenagers do.Abnormal, disgusted, unfashionable and unconcerned with the ways of this world. I miss everything I push away; I push away...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 11:55:00 GMT |
Familiar tunes. j |
Smash my head against the glass.This pain won't pass. Sweet child, don't shed a tearbecause this ugly, mistaken, annoying flesh is buried here. Throw a rose like the tradition shows. Chisel in "Loving...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 23:15:00 GMT |
