The Bird Girl and the Owlishl waif
The screams all sounded the same, they were the disdain of her against the world, the longing her longing
It was a beautiful kind of pain
He wore a wig of solitude and walked away and an angel whispered, “it’s a beautiful kind of pain”
The Echoes Once Felt
Therein lie the echoes the echoes of what once was, what used to be good and fair and kind
There she stands
There she stands she- the girl no one seems to want to love, there there she is there she stands
Love is Chaos
Love is chaos like this swirling of emotions chaotic like I love you and hate you and love you and
That’s all they see
All they seem to see these days are tetas (boobs) all they seem to see is what they fancy to
Plaster of Paris
We all have plaster of Paris on some part of our life In some place within us, there’s
I said goodbye to Brooklyn
Broke up with Brooklyn Our relationship was not going well you see I Prefer to be with those who
June Cleaver Gets a Divorce
What does June Cleaver do when she gets a divorce? For whom does she bake cakes