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oh i saw stars falling all around your head
when we were young
cherry fraiser, where have you gone?
Truely now more than ever, i am figuratively speaking, I am no ones boy.
Wobbling on my new adult legs i take my first shaky steps.
Getting off the ground, re-asessing the height of the situation. thoughts like What were you thinking, and gonna fall will it hurt, slip in and out of me like sand between your fingers, grainy and tangible but slowly falling on through to the other side, forgotten.
Something is beautiful about destruction. Sheading the skin of my old life and entering a new season with the spring. Just now starting to go through. Realizing that motivation and change come and go like the first warm days of the season. And that is a natural flow, a course i may take would i just ride with the energies around me.
I am a butterfly comming out of a coccoon, drying off under the warm sunlight.
I am the slight dilation of your eyes as your iris twists apart.
I am divine as the world is spinning, as all are divine and time drifts, not moving, not restraining.
Paths unfold before me as i can see them unfolding for those around me. Each branching out in the directions that we were only destined to see anyway.
I've never felt more right.
I can see a rocky and exciting path under my feet. There are mistakes to make, and places to conquer. I shall fly from experience to experience like a butterfly. and i will grow
angel, you missed your chance to be the prom queen
and so you turn into a wet dream
star of your own video late night show
on the floor
bad girl, no ones watching as you
slow move, to the rythem of this sweet sound
looming through the radio late night show
that they ignored
are you lonely?
cause i'm no ones boy, i'm no ones boy.
And i'll be all you need only if you plead
pray do
and untill then, i'll be sittin on the dock of the bay
when we were young
cherry fraiser, where have you gone?
Truely now more than ever, i am figuratively speaking, I am no ones boy.
Wobbling on my new adult legs i take my first shaky steps.
Getting off the ground, re-asessing the height of the situation. thoughts like What were you thinking, and gonna fall will it hurt, slip in and out of me like sand between your fingers, grainy and tangible but slowly falling on through to the other side, forgotten.
Something is beautiful about destruction. Sheading the skin of my old life and entering a new season with the spring. Just now starting to go through. Realizing that motivation and change come and go like the first warm days of the season. And that is a natural flow, a course i may take would i just ride with the energies around me.
I am a butterfly comming out of a coccoon, drying off under the warm sunlight.
I am the slight dilation of your eyes as your iris twists apart.
I am divine as the world is spinning, as all are divine and time drifts, not moving, not restraining.
Paths unfold before me as i can see them unfolding for those around me. Each branching out in the directions that we were only destined to see anyway.
I've never felt more right.
I can see a rocky and exciting path under my feet. There are mistakes to make, and places to conquer. I shall fly from experience to experience like a butterfly. and i will grow
angel, you missed your chance to be the prom queen
and so you turn into a wet dream
star of your own video late night show
on the floor
bad girl, no ones watching as you
slow move, to the rythem of this sweet sound
looming through the radio late night show
that they ignored
are you lonely?
cause i'm no ones boy, i'm no ones boy.
And i'll be all you need only if you plead
pray do
and untill then, i'll be sittin on the dock of the bay