Tall grass, stranded in the wind,
A petal long forgotten in a scrap book,
The smile of a child who's just learned the meaning of pain,
A rock that stands on the edge of a quicksand pit.
If I were the wind, I'd carry your seeds,
If I were a page, I'd wear your stain,
If I were a photograph, I'd want to burn,
If I were you, I wonder and know not want to be,
Surrounded, but lonely.
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I draw and play with pictures and words for a living. I love scuba diving, dance and really dark chocolate. With chilly. Or with crystallised ginger. mmmmmm.
Hhhmmm I'm solo bored.
One say after school a girl called Stephane went up to her room when she saw that her howl room was drawn.
Stand up, to your past. Stand tall, for the days to come. Stand up, to hatred. Stand tall, for yourself. Stand up, for the living. Stand tall, for the fallen. Stand up, because you can.
Some people love this season, Some people hate it for a reason, Personally, I can't make up my mind, I feel the creeping cold rub over my skin, But, the sight of colours make me grin, The awful scent...
I like keeping soil in my pockets, It's nice to have it with me. Feels like I'm closer to nature, And it's easier than taking the sea..
I have a party popper. For all you doo whoppers. Let's dance and jig. A real shindig. Put your hands in the air. Leave all your cares. Let's do the Hokey Cokey. Let's get dizzy and floaty.
I am a warrior A night And you Are my Queen of hearts.
People always ask to help you, and your like I can do this myself . Until there gone you have no clue what you have done. And when you get smashed by that piano or break your back over a heavy box.
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