She had a dream I fucked her, she liked it.
Summer.
I feel as though my world is under fire.
Taking bullets in the arteries.
Like everything is a test of what to think.
Taking bullets in the arteries.
Like everything is a test of what to think.
I’ve been smitten by a plague.
I’ve lost a companion.
I’m losing stability
I need a day.
I’ve lost a companion.
I’m losing stability
I need a day.
And I need to gain sanity just to see what I think of when I see her.
She burns like a summer sun.
And her lips as kissable as the sky.
And her lips as kissable as the sky.
She’s the day I keep missing out on.
The day I keep sleeping in on.
The day I keep sleeping in on.
That I only get to see when I take time to look out the window.
So I’ll stay in my plastered box. Till, my summer day is ready for embrace.
If ever.
I need a summer sunset.
I need a summer sunset.
Sleep away a summers day, just lets run away.
Leave everything behind, everything in sight is out of mind.
So!
I apologize for not posting shit anymore if you care. I’ve been busy with school work and friends…and I’m lazy.
Regardless I’ll post shit soon.
So…yea. And stuff.
Ignored, pushed away and disregarded.
We don’t need them. We have each other sweet, darling and great alien stranger.
Modern Dance
Wake up
Worry
Breathe
Eat
Work
Pay bills for things you don’t need
Own 1,000 channels, you’ll only watch 25.
Own furniture no one but you sits on.
Buy food you won’t eat.
Spend money just because you have nothing better to do.
Look at the girl you see on your daily commute.
Wish you had her
Shower off the day.
Sleep away the consistent self indulgence you give yourself every night.
Your modern dance.
Christmas.
Every year I have to watch these kids and families smile while I don’t have one.
They get everything they want and they’re blind to all the bullshit.
Every year I have to argue with my parent because she can’t grow the fuck up and stop bitching about everything.
Every year I have to remember I have no mother, no father, no family.
Every year I have to remember that we barely have money for the gifts I just got and feel guilty.
Every year I hate Christmas.
Because every year my Christmas is not joyful, or happy, or cheery.
It’s a day that everyone else is happy except people like me.
