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Twelve Dozen Daisies"I'd like twelve dozen daisies"Twelve Dozen Daisies
I remember the way your, Hair (petals), Fanned out and surrounded your eager, Cheerful face (centre) with its crooked smile, Shining eyes (florets), Filled with almost-tears-of-happiness (dew-drops), Slightly unsure of yourself, But perfect all the same
Just like the daisies I took to you that day.


DaisiesFields of daisiesDaisies
Not as pretty as a bed of roses, Sway sway sway, Alive, As real as any other flower in that field.


One Single SummerSummer is forgotten names, Ivory stepping stones, Emerald canopies and cerulean blue waters, Bleached sand and hourglass pebbles,One Single Summer
Cotton candy, Sugar sweet and sticky as honey, Encases summer memories like rain, Hidden inside clouds
Wishful thinking swallows reality, Time filters through our hands like sand, Draining away like the energy we spent, Running up and down hills
During a summer of
Ivory stepping stones, Emerald canopies and cerulean blue waters, Bleached sand and hourglass pebbles.
| There are Angels and then there are Demons, sometimes the demons are in my head, sometimes they're on the paper infront of me, sometmes they're in your eyes. Sometimes the Angels come out and dance, not for long, but they do dance. I like the Angels better. |
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He Finds You When You're Sleeping, And When The Daylight Fades.
Lovely avatar made by ~Koomba
Most of the time when I type "face" i mean fave
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evil trousers!!!!!!!
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ever cut your skin for fun? sell your ass? sleep on the street? do you like pain? take heroin? - if so let's start a band
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. ~Robert Frost
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