paper cranes. i collect paper cranes and send them to addresses that dont exsist, they always come back in the back. Im hoping one day, they wont be sent back. That some girl will get one. And she will understand.paper cranes.
play with my insides.Pull my spine apart, dance with my skeleton.play with my insides.
Juggle my eyes with your hands. Pull out my veins and use them as Christmas lights. Kiss my wrists.
Hear but with my ears.
Use me. Hurt me. Abuse me. Cut at my skin.
Use my lungs as a balloon, Do any thing you want ,
but please leave my soul.
Send her away in the mail to a red head girl with a mad set of vocal cords. She will reincarnate me into a music piece. thats all i ask.
Displeased Owl.some times i feel like an owl. A displeased owl. Most of the time i find my self watching. Watching every thing. And on the days i feel sad i hide in my tree and wish to be part of that. There happiness i mean. Some times things disgust me, peoples ability to lie so much .. it makes me feel like im going to throw up. But owls dont throw up. Or that i know of. At these times i feel like a displeased owl.Displeased Owl.
is love real ?Is love real?is love real ?
She said to the moon.
The moon just stared .
Is love real she repeated but this time to the flowers.
The flowers just swayed in the wind.
Is love real? She said to a girl. The girl opened her mouth and, said 'yes but not for me and you'
'Is love real ? does it exist?' she screamed to the world. Answer her, is love real?
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