My Mind Is As Good As Fire
It's this nice night. I think I love to hear the banjo play while this wispy voice sings. I love the line, I have a red kite, maybe one day I can put your sight in it and show you the sky. I need insight like that I think. It would be nice to have a clean slate. I've been given a lot of thought to that. It's nice. Nice, that's a word I'm using a lot. I think it's unappreciated. It's mistaken for something so down and low. I would use nice to describe lots of things. a city with high buildings. a purple sky. those long car trips home where you learn more about a person. why fantastic? No. nice is how I'd describe some of the best times in my life these past few years. i wouldn't waste breath to say something grandeur. or wonderful. contemplate the small even if you have a big mind.
well. I'm eighteen. Sometimes, i can't even remember what year it is. i Am not an alcoholic but I have dark hair. i sound a lot more clumbsy and ungraceful in person. sometimes, it'd be nice to have those moments in the movies. i am complex and simple at the same time, I feel. but not on the big screens. I can't seem to write poetry anymore.
i've always thought it'd be nice to call a girl sweetheart. times don't accept much of that. i'm shallow and accepting in mixed phrases. the heart and your insides might burst in pink. I don't speak elegantly but i can be warm if you let me be. My body radiates this heat. Only if you're cold. It's my primal instinct to.
of All the words, why is Cellar door thought of as the most beautiful? I'm rambling. No one will take much interest in this. i saw this girl in the lobby. i thought she was a pretty girl. spotlight attaches to a girl in a room. Those aren't my words.
my only reaction to this is this.
"sweetheart".
well. I'm eighteen. Sometimes, i can't even remember what year it is. i Am not an alcoholic but I have dark hair. i sound a lot more clumbsy and ungraceful in person. sometimes, it'd be nice to have those moments in the movies. i am complex and simple at the same time, I feel. but not on the big screens. I can't seem to write poetry anymore.
i've always thought it'd be nice to call a girl sweetheart. times don't accept much of that. i'm shallow and accepting in mixed phrases. the heart and your insides might burst in pink. I don't speak elegantly but i can be warm if you let me be. My body radiates this heat. Only if you're cold. It's my primal instinct to.
of All the words, why is Cellar door thought of as the most beautiful? I'm rambling. No one will take much interest in this. i saw this girl in the lobby. i thought she was a pretty girl. spotlight attaches to a girl in a room. Those aren't my words.
my only reaction to this is this.
"sweetheart".