natscomer32
If I braided my hair. Would you care? But to bridget bardot, yes we all know.
Curtains for you. You lie, steal...innocence, yet you are allowed to walk amongst the rest of us. Yes. It is you I'm talking about. Your hair sucks.
The greates trap, is love. It holds you, keeps you, tricks you into tripping over wires that will cage you. The trap of love, will never release you, with hopes of only starvation of the spirit.
I can capture attention with just a glance, always could. I like it best when a girl gets mad about it. I'm just doing it for fun:)
I had fixed that part, of my heart, I thought. He came along again, to remind me that I did not have the right tools.
So I did what any bright, young girl would do....I gathered the broken pieces, and gave them to you.
Professionals are people who act like they know what they are talking about, but wing it like everyone else, and hope no one figures them out.
I like the way butterflies look when they fly. They are still creepy little bugs with spider legs.
my function is through color. I move throughout my day being persuaded by it. It distracts me from any deserving conversation, and pulls my soul into thin air.
On any given day, the combination of blue, orange and white, makes me feel like running for president, or opening a bakery shop.
What are the odds, after 17 years I saw him, in the place I fell madly, for you. His eyes wild, with memory erasing passion. They said "You can forget him now" that smile that crept from the side of his mouth, was more than I could stand, and concepts of love, and hate, hurt, and deceit dissolved without struggle. Leaving me free of your face forever.
If I had a dozen paintings, I would give them to you. A dozen years, I guess that's all I am good for. Still yours. A dozen flowers....everyday....
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