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Father daughter bonding timeMusic blares Sunshine's threw the window Waring a white shirt and old Blue Jeans Sitting like a guy even though I'm a girl Banging my headFather daughter bonding time
My Father yells over the music " so what's next Sweety?!" He flips on ACDC and Bangs out too
Music blares Sunshine's threw the window Waring a white shirt and old Blue Jeans Sitting like a guy even though I'm a girl Banging my head
Old Chevey Rusty bed Nearly flat tire But it's mine he said My Father drops the keys to my palm
Music blares Sunshine's threw the w
by ~Brokenwingbutterflys
Her names PerfectionThe mechanical arms peel back the thin white skin. The surgeon's look in, a soul that should have never been. Her icy blue eye's studying the blinding lights above. Green gloves reach in, picking her apart bit by bit,discovering every essence of who she was. A rotten kidney, no longer healing her impure blood. Blood filled lungs, drowning in her Lie's. A metallic heart, ticking coldly, killing her system. She lacks everything that would make her human, but her ticking clock work is so much more efficient. She'll never feel the pain, her skin will always be the same. And her name is perfection . . . .Her names Perfection
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Never moreNever more She runs to her room and cries (she's crying), Closing the door. She so ashamed she has to hide, she doesn't want anyone to see, (The mascara running down her cheeks) the scars on her arms. Badge's that depression left her (left her), she has seem her dreams crumble down, down into the sea. The raging sea's (The sea, the sea) She's hiding in a corner,letting her face fall. She Never wanted to lose it all, to face what she was never told. (Never told, never told) The family falling apart, smiling in every photo. The mother saying she's a lost cause, the father hNever more
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+What the Koi in the Garden..+She was the kind of girl that spoke seven languages and adorned herself with silver hair pieces and tight corsets because that was what was expected of her. She was the Princess, her highness, the fairest of them all and when she cried the paupers caught her tears and sold them to the men who came courting at the palace gate.+What the Koi in the Garden..+
The princess starved herself because she was never thin enough and when she saw her face in the mirror, all she saw was filth and anonymity and she could never rid herself of that, no matter how much she scrubbed her skin or her hair or her bones.
Though all t
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+unimpressed+If only they saw you how I see you they'd understand why our fingers fit together perfectly and why you're the only thing I every dream of. If they saw what I saw, they'd know why I am unimpressed by the setting sun and the pyramids of Egypt. If only they knew what I knew they'd understand why my heart beats your name between every lub-dub. They'd know it's singing+unimpressed+
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| I'm fifteen, I'm a poet, I'm a suckish at art. I like dogs, frogs, and pigs. I have a boyfriend who I love, I'm am chronically depressed, I have mood swings but what teenager doesn't. I do love the band "Papa Roach" and their song, "Getting away with murderer" I'm usually depressed, but I can be happy, I can be mad, you don't want to meet me when I am because I'm not afraid at that point to rip your head off or just plain out be amused by pissing you off. Hope your okay with that :] |
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
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Humm, love, is it a lie? Is it a truth? I'm yet to know, so you tell me what you know. . . .
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
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Humm, love, is it a lie? Is it a truth? I'm yet to know, so you tell me what you know. . . .
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
That would explain why you're watching me now...
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<3
I correct your grammar and spelling because I love you, dear!
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
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