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branches
The trees extended their branches floral and green I let them embrace me In the tightest of hugs, they felt my salty tears I am disgusted with my species I can't look at my own reflection they listened to the troubles streaming down my fleshy cheeks The trees extended their branches
rainy
Bong rips on a rainy night Music fills our souls and milky smoke fills the air I'm stuck in a cloud's embrace But I'll never come down I don't know if I'm in love or if this euphoria is all a gentle dream
fences
The birds sat still on silent fences They colored the world with their loud feathers And painted the air with their sweet songs The world turned round and round To the music of the birds In tune with the metronome morning sun
accordion
My mind collapsed like an accordion Foggy memories pulverized into dust Sparkles and glitters filled the air And they were gone just as fast as they came A soft color drew the Silence A Silence unlike any other For it was too precious, too sweet in it's delectable detail And it all came back to me in an instant Inflating with airy elation The music returned to my silenced mind
sparkling
When you're this young, yet this old You're not quite sure if this year will be another at the messy kids' table Or at the uninteresting lull of the adults' table As I'm handed a glass of sparkling cider I guess I'll also take one more year Of being called naive
bland
There's something about the plainer ones Something about their introverted character It makes me crave their lifeless existence And form it into mine It's just the roar of the colorful ocean Meeting the soft, quiet sand As if it were the first time, every time.
savage
Don't brush your hair. I like things a little messy. People will judge us. They think we're naive. But it's what we find in our adventures that make or break the deal
thorns
The little ant smells the fragrance from afar It's a floral smell, light and sweet This fragrance is emitted from a garden of roses Their magnetizing aura bring the ant closer But danger lurks ahead What he doesn't know Is that the thorns are there To keep the weak ones away The ones who are worth it Will climb to the top And enjoy the roses forever
hurry
I've never loved you. I only loved the lustful glances at me Why am I in a hurry to make you love me? Why do I cry now that you don't? The mirror lies to our faces Makes us hate our own flesh I turn to you because you loved The very bones that lay in my bed Alone each night Crying for attention
flood
You love someone This person isn't me You've thrown me away like an old sock And suddenly it all makes sense It all comes rushing to my face Flooding my eyes with tears of betrayal You love someone This person isn't me
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