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THIS IS FOR KRISH
needless to say, i revolt silently, towards the moon and stars and the falousy. depict the image in your mind, what could love exclude the clever and kind. no need for heirogliphics etched in the sand, which evict the ancient scrolls clenched in my hand. removing the gloves is a surefire step, not to carry germs or contaminents in the treble clef. the suns light beams refract of the surface of the moon, which is like my third cup of coffee that ive been drinking at noon. it delivers high voltage to my head, so as my mind will not stall or sometime soon end up dead. and my intake of caffiene is better than coke or nicotine. rememberance of our loved ones in the past, keeping note of all those times that you bitched and sassed, at one another and you can only hope at 2 am, that they are looking at the moon and thinking about you and your old band. those times that you shared through the thin and the thick, until you found out that she sucked that other guys dick. and what can you think of her now all you trust demolished, and she was only obsessed with her new finger-nail polish. forgiven, forgotten, its been 2 years since, but just that thought of betrayal is enough to make you flinch. those flowers delivered with love and with care, you gave away each one until your full arms were bare. this last line is the ending, to this short rhyme scheme, but my friends come down with me if i fall in my dreams, but they also pick me up, higher than i could ever accomplish, and thats all thats all that i need, want, get, take, steal or wish.
needless to say, i revolt silently, towards the moon and stars and the falousy. depict the image in your mind, what could love exclude the clever and kind. no need for heirogliphics etched in the sand, which evict the ancient scrolls clenched in my hand. removing the gloves is a surefire step, not to carry germs or contaminents in the treble clef. the suns light beams refract of the surface of the moon, which is like my third cup of coffee that ive been drinking at noon. it delivers high voltage to my head, so as my mind will not stall or sometime soon end up dead. and my intake of caffiene is better than coke or nicotine. rememberance of our loved ones in the past, keeping note of all those times that you bitched and sassed, at one another and you can only hope at 2 am, that they are looking at the moon and thinking about you and your old band. those times that you shared through the thin and the thick, until you found out that she sucked that other guys dick. and what can you think of her now all you trust demolished, and she was only obsessed with her new finger-nail polish. forgiven, forgotten, its been 2 years since, but just that thought of betrayal is enough to make you flinch. those flowers delivered with love and with care, you gave away each one until your full arms were bare. this last line is the ending, to this short rhyme scheme, but my friends come down with me if i fall in my dreams, but they also pick me up, higher than i could ever accomplish, and thats all thats all that i need, want, get, take, steal or wish.