1.
press fireflies to
dirty ribcage, pulling
night's promise closer.
2.
make music
on lake surface to close eyes
to reflections.
3.
you are a lullaby
i sing
to sleep.
4.
i hear your voice
in the whisper
of waves.
5.
fingernails scratch
demons
in mind.
6.
autumn's snowflakes fall,
touched by wind; ground is a blank
canvas to their shades.
7.
mascara prints dawn pillows
8.
whispers
among ashes:
i'm here
9.
october scent
found in leaves, hidden
among letters
10.
yellow rubber
skims the surface;
quack quack.
11.
tiny prints
and children's laug
the little boy who cried death by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
the little boy who cried death
i can't control
where i live,
who i sit by,
what i like,
who i love
&
you can't control
the countries your father trades you to,
how far away the moon is,
what your body looks like,
who you love
oh, you know this already.
let's blame it on biology
it's the fault of genetics,
of chromosomes.
let's blame our alleles
for playing favourites.
Let's cut to the chase:
your body on his bed.
Let's cut to the chase:
it all ends with a sigh.
Let's cut to the chase:
you're beautiful, girl,
we both know this,
we both know how
science plays favourites.
but you're mine
I'm currently not so good at commenting, and the reason is that everyone I'm watching is uploading loads of pretty winterart all the time, and I just love all of it and I don't really have time to comment everything.
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There is something about that guy that makes my brain imagine butterflies and rainbows everywhere. There is something about that boy that makes my insides do the macarena.
But I know that he doesn't feel that way about me. Not now, not ever.
And I know that I'll never have the guts to tell him. And he doesn't know, he'll never know.
My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
And please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember
My beloved do you know
How many times I stared at clouds
Thinking that I saw you there
These are feelings that do not pass so ea