Ahhh, so I would say this is a little...uhm...well, illogical and controversial.
However, I've been working on some personal issues involving the subject, and I suppose I was feeling a little empathetic.
So, If you comment on it, please stay sensitive to the place I am in right now.
Thanks.
Colorful intentions
Puppy eyed girl
Don’t be sad No, Don’t be sad.
You are my sugar,
My honey my love.
My candy coated darling.
Spread and feel Take me in your tiny, sticky fist
I wreak of cigarettes and coffee
Wipe away your tears, your saltwater toffee.
A tiny mouth So moist and hot
In which my words will spew and rot
Two thumbs Pressed to the hollow of your ankles
And grip And pull
Why so quiet?
Don’t you want more?
Taste and smell of crystal syrup
sugar blossom whore
in other news....
I have yet to find a way to tame my crazy mane.
The longer it gets
the harder it is to keep
clean, brushed, shiny...etc.
noooo, I will not cut it off!
Boyfriend is finally enrolled in college ♥
hooray for education.
And, while we are on the topic of education,
school is kicking my arse.
I am working like I have never worked before,
and yet
I see no progress made,
its almost as though, I do it for nothing.
I keep telling myself it will pay off,
but the other day I almost broke down crying.
like "I'm never going to graduate"
assez peu la jeune fille est plus fort qu'elle-même.
assez peu jeune fille veut être quelqu'un d'autre.♥