This column is a conversion between a guy and a girl.
The fair haired maiden, sits alone. She silently weeps. Salty tears roll down her pale cheek. No color to her sullen face. She does not want to speak to anyone. She wants to be alone with herself. She wants time to evaluate it all.
I want it all. Feel me all. Take me, let take you where the clouds are not longer blue and sad, but more bright, white and fluffy. Lay on the softness, let your body, relax , releasing all that has build up.
Still no one knows. Tired of covering my trail. Yet the game must still persist. Hidden hints. Subtle ideas. So careful, but isn't seen? DAMN EVERYONE WITH THEIR PURPLE MIXED FEELINGS. CHANCE AND STOP, KEEP IT ALL AND RAVAGE THOUGHTS THAT LITTLE PEOPLE THINK OF!
An angel sits weeping. Flutter your wings and save yourself. Save your heart from drowning in sorrow. See he's wrongs and save yourself. Run from the lunacy and saving your mind.
But whom can he be? Is he as true as he sees? Oh, who is me to decide? Spiraling downward, lives' lies and broken promises shelter me from further destruction. I must keep myself as busy as a bee just to be free from the nightmares that haunt my evenings. Is he here to save me? But who can he be?
A poet's sage, a lover's heart; defeat me or slay me. What is next? Laughing in my face? May be sucking out my soul and discarding it.
I feel defeated.Used. Weak from the lousy abuse received. Nothing but a leech, sucking my magic power that keeps me smiling. What to do now that I'm not smiling. The smile keeps us all happy and glowing.. . but now I lay sad. He will not hurt me, for I will destroy him. Burn baby burn. Light fluid lies and pathetic excuses for people make the world smile. Which makes me smile and we are all now happy.
God was delighted.
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This column is a conversion between a guy and a girl.