February 2012
It seems to be in fashion to not make any sense
Anonymous asked: what classes are you taking next year?
Sensitive
lizzspoems:
Could it be I’m so alone To all sickness I am prone. The mirrors are my greatest fear For I feel so very ugly. Vulnerably small and bare My flesh is for the pricking Of tender young grass Which I lie upon May tear me to the bone.
Happiness and Misery
I know Happiness. We are good friends, and he comes to visit often. Sometimes he leaves and Misery comes over to pass the time. He has yellow, crooked teeth foul breath, and eyes that see all and eyes that see too much. He has a demeanor that tells you what he’s been through. We talk together share a cup of coffee and chat over the past, the present, and the future. I don’t enjoy his...