| by the song: Mirotic by TVXQ |


Grow Up -Act Your Age-I am angry; no more like furious at you mangy stinking brat.Grow Up -Act Your Age-
What you say, more or less hurts me now, like distress.
It's time to grow up, act your age. Let go of your queens cup, and get a living wage.
Dont lie to me now, witch, there's no need cause I know you're just a glitch in my adult world.
I'll leave you in the dust but remember darling, I'm not the one whose bust-ed.
Everyone will be on my side cause they know you have a false sense of pride.
Good luck growin up,


Perfect.He thinks so lowly of himself. He doesn't have enough esteem, to show his true colors; the ones I've seen... And now he's fading away, falling downstream.Perfect.
But I wish he didn't because I just want him to know he's perfect in every way. Perhaps life just needs to pause... I can't give up while I'm going through these withdraws for his "new style."
In more ways than one he has captured my soul. Changed me; my life has begun. No longer out of control, because of him and what he's done.
I've seen it all. &nbs


Song of the ForestShadows are longer than the trees as the lady bug dances, and all the critters of the forest rejoice like theSong of the Forest
dragon flies who glide past, fish soaring in the sky, and beetles that look like glistening beads.
This all happens when Dandelions are not weeds.
And the song of the forest plays. Sweet melodies mend broken stinging bees. Just because the
shadows are longer than the trees while lady bugs dance, and all the critters of the forest rejoice in symphonies.


FeelSilently humming to theFeel
noise- white noise of the beat The steady beat of the unsteady drum.
It keeps the pace, Shows the way Proves the path has never astray.
Long and winding, it acts as the rain Just like your voice, unlike blinding pain.
Smooth melody creates my life, like love. Your voice, soft and perfect, white dove. I close my eyes, and I see color again.
My innocence, taken from me unhappily. Gone like the rain on a summers day.
It hurts now, as I am almost done. As not the death, for what death has done. Brought me
Nom nom kitty
Butterflies

SheCan'tDanceAndHeCan'tSinghe had his heart lockedSheCan'tDanceAndHeCan'tSing
up in his ribcage,
but she was determined
to be the one to set it
free.
she was a waste of perfectly good oxygen, but he was the one to make
sure that she could always
breathe.


paper cranes and picket fencesi am folding you one thousand paper cranes because it is all we have left.paper cranes and picket fences
legend says that if i fold one thousand paper cranes, i will get a wish. i could wish for a pair of iridescent wings or an ocean in a teacup or just to finally be happy again, but i don't want any of that--with every crane i fold i am imagining you. one crane for the circles under your eyes, one crane for your jutting ribs, one crane for every seizure.
i love you and you're dying and i will run out of paper trying to fold your broken pieces into birds.
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you drew me a picture of us in the future. our houses were
"SheCan'tDanceAndHeCan'tSing"
♥
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Run for cover and you'll find us there
To take on the anger, make it disappear
When razor blades were softly serenading you
Run for cover as fast as you can
Where fighters are lovers, enemies are friends
And pens and knives apologize for leaving you
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