sad singers they just play tragic.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
-- William Butler Yeats
my cousin kyle showed me that and now ive fallen ni love with it.
im in dyer need of a social life people. i cant wait for this summers
warped tour.its gunna be soo effing rad the line up is insane.
and primarliy emo.and im proably gonig to go in a huge group of people.
so that will be oen awsome summer event.i lvoe emo music.
and i love justeener the weener. random.
umm everyone wants me to try dying my hair brown.
im really not sure if i want to.
im born to be a blonde.
im thinking maybe goldent blodne or strawberry with brunette tips.
vote yes or no.nowwww.
now ot the best poem my cousin gave me
an unusal cat poem.
My cat is dead
But I have decided not to make a big tragedy of it.
-- Wendy Cope.
LMFO THATS THE GREATEST.krhfjkfghvjkcghfghhgk.
[EDIT]
these two are beautiful
ENDING.
Ending
The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying gone away.
this oens got kidn of a bittersweet erotic vibe
"LOVE SONG"
Ending
The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying gone away.
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
-- William Butler Yeats
my cousin kyle showed me that and now ive fallen ni love with it.
im in dyer need of a social life people. i cant wait for this summers
warped tour.its gunna be soo effing rad the line up is insane.
and primarliy emo.and im proably gonig to go in a huge group of people.
so that will be oen awsome summer event.i lvoe emo music.
and i love justeener the weener. random.
umm everyone wants me to try dying my hair brown.
im really not sure if i want to.
im born to be a blonde.
im thinking maybe goldent blodne or strawberry with brunette tips.
vote yes or no.nowwww.
now ot the best poem my cousin gave me
an unusal cat poem.
My cat is dead
But I have decided not to make a big tragedy of it.
-- Wendy Cope.
LMFO THATS THE GREATEST.krhfjkfghvjkcghfghhgk.
[EDIT]
these two are beautiful
ENDING.
Ending
The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying gone away.
this oens got kidn of a bittersweet erotic vibe
"LOVE SONG"
Ending
The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying gone away.