- 300th Opuss -
I've a sister called pretty
And another called trouble.
I've a cousin called stupid
But that won't burst his bubble.
I've a aunt that's vicious
And a mother that's bitch
She'll admit it herself,
So I'm not the one to snitch.
I've a father that's logical
And great uncle that is mad.
A handful of other relatives,
That are dead, which is sad.
But they've made me, me!
And that is a fact.
I'm the Odd one they say,
Inspiration I never lack.
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
By no extent of the imagination am I suggesting that I'm a saint when it comes to being a hypocrite; I hate bitches, but honestly I can be one.
I was shopping at the thrift store, and I found the perfect shoes. I tried them on and loved them. My friend said to me "those make you look way more punk." . I froze, was punk a style now.
My heart breaks as I leave you, It tumbles Down And Lies at my feet, How can a week pass so fast.
Mrs came home last night and we had a celebration buffet. Taped the big concert from jubilee to watch together.. Still annoyed Rolf wasn't allowed to sing one of my favourite songs!.
What am I If I am not my thoughts.
Thinking about technology recently.
Lying here, lying back; Feet in air, staring at the ceiling. I feel raw, jagged, imperfect. The stares; Full of pity. Pity, yet kindness, shown only by A mother's love.
She lies under the stars of her bedroom sky As she listens to her heart break over and over again The tears spill from her eyes No hope, no disguise Just a pain filled night Without him again.
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