That bird just don't sing ( Read more... )

 You stole through the forest ( Read more... )

 Well look here Beautiful,
Turn your head to cry
Cuz you gotta stay perfect
In all of their eyes

And smile wide
when you just want to frown
and act like you're high
when you're nothing but down

cuz there ain't nothing wrong
with having the blues
but there's just something off
about sharing them too.

So just grin and bear it
Count 1, 2, 3
And before you know it
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I just don't sing no more
Not that I ever could, really
But you always liked it
But the chirping doesn't come
And that street's kinda lonely now
And Lunch time's gone
Replaced by solitary grazing of salads at a desk
Where before were long walks to doughnut plants.
And that 80s romcom I was living
Is rolling the closing credits.
I hate it.
It sucks.

 "It's like I've reached out and brought my favorite star right to me" he mutters into my ear.

Pure and unadulterated sap, but for some odd reason, I neither vomit  nor recoil in disgust.

We are lying down in the dark, his head nestled into my arm pit, my hand slowly running through his closely shorn hair, and my foot violently shoving my one cat, ( Read more... )

 The mountain's falling
Rocks are crumbling
You're caving in
Let go

Capricous. Cold. Carefree.Cacophonous.Cajoling.

There's a fly ( Read more... )

Part I ( Read more... )

There's things I want and things I need ( Read more... )