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The Young Ones Kids want to live in a cartoon reality. Have sex with beautiful people, get skinny on candy. Kissing makes you happy, playing in your sleep. Growing up can't stop me-- living young is sweet. There's no better high than sugar in your veins, a thrashing in your ears-- friends, boys and games. Finding stars in my carpet, drinking soda while I drive. I wanna be a kid forever. Smile--be alive. |
A Faded Day I hold you the way a breeze does. Craving to take you in my hands and yank you out of me. Haunted by the tasty sight of you. I feel your music on my lips. Can we be romantic under the sparkling sun? With the frothy wind on our fingertips. Hold my burning skin a little bit longer. I yearn to dance. And inspire a cloud to shed its poofy splendor-- Care to join me? We can break the sky. Hug me silly-tight and laugh in your lazy-tongued way. Stop and kiss me. A Toni-type of kiss-- bite my lips. Soon, the night will enter bringing yellow desires. And you'll wish you had made me smile. The stars can't sing you to sleep anymore. But their music makes me dance, under an open sky, and only if you're watching. |
Cookies He gave me some cookies and asked me to stay. I made him laugh, and walked out anyway.
Untitled "I've never met a girl like you before." he said with a quirky wonder that made me hate him in a turquoise sort of way. The night sky gave me mocking stars as I kissed lips that made the world cringe. There's no passion in this empty skin. The thief of my heart is far from here and all I have is this, in the moonlight and my boredom grows. |