jesbites

stare straight up into the night, watch the stars up high, burn bright, owls taken 'way by flight, what a cold fair winters night. the sky is black with specks of white, oh what a view, oh what a sight, so far above, up high in height, what a cold fair winters night. shivvers run down threw me, not that you would ever see, oh what a horrid mystery, noone who would ever be, any bit as much to me. so stare up at the sky, watch those poor stars cry, and as here i lie, my heart about to die.

whatever happend to forgive and forget? whatever happened to happy endings? where is a place left free of regret? where are the happy endings? they all left this place, whereever you may be. theyve all left this place, and yes, I cry for thee

naw ur pretty as the morning sun, orange and yello and pink all round, ur pretty as the stars at midnight, u twinkle and shine and dazzle, oh yes. your pretty as the thought of life after death of that carcrash, a life altering experience. your the one who makes that car crash pretty, baby i love u <3

and its times like these, and insomniac dreams. not truly. but the light headed of the juice brings a calm. a shivver up one arm. nothing to do but comb your hair pretty. noone will see. but why do we stay up? we dont know. but one thing is for sure. we DO scream the loudest in our heads. sumthing i once read. but its these moments, when conversation fails; that we seek out keyboards; or even pen and paper. out with feelings. tear out our hearts. lay feelings bare, for all to see. but in doing so we leave it all out there; on the floor of a crowded building. noone looks at the floortiles. noone cares for broken hearts. this

those eyes. why of course the first thing to notice is the eyes. hair; eyes; smile. but sometimes the order changes on circumstances. as in those eyes. in a simple pawns oppinion. those eyes were pale. a faded blue. washed out. piercing. they could see threw into a persons soul without a care or a thought. those eyes hold the power, and magnificence that is an omnious presence. the evil and foreboding. makes a simple pawn glad she has never had to face those eyes. the cruel power would be the thoughts of nightmares. your soul would bleed out and your pulse would slow. your life could sink in that one flat glare. good thing im

how could you make poor heaven cry. how could you make angels long to die. you poor corrupted souls. i pity you. dont you dare force a tear from the chocolat brown eyes. dont you dare make my little girl cry. hush little oiseau, i wont let those girls hurt you. hush little birdie, ill never let them hurt you. hush and we'll run away from it all