Radiance. You're full of it. Oh how the skies would damn the day I told them your name.
Simplicity. It's your move. How could this pencil ever define you?
Cosmopolitan. It's only how you speak.
Why would I ever try and cage you in pages? Mr. Webster never knew there could be people like you. Too bad none of this is relevant to the burning we have on our tongues. You're so god damn perfect but you choose to ignore it.
Where are all the others like you?
About Me
- mooseinmyshoe
- Senior at SMCM, peanut butter fanatic, appreciator of science channel Dinosaur specials, destroyer of microwaves. I sing, ride horses, complain, paint my nails, use improper grammar, and eat Andes mints. Occasionally, I do them all at the same time.
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