TootsieRoll
His act was juvenile,
his words were plain.
All of his writing lame,
he sounded twelve.
If you tried to delve
into what he said,
you'd hit a very hard
concrete bed.
The choir was sublime, like a translucent creak flowing over smooth rocks, like honey being drizzled from a silver spoon, like the red velvety curtains in the auditorium.
The three girls were each wearing the same outfit. A denim overall dress over-top of a white button up, black tights, and pink shoes.
He changed the channel, at once unhappy with what was on.
"Why can't you just make a choice?" She whined.
He wished he could change the channel on his relationship. Yet, he didn't say anything. He knew if he did change the channel, he would at once be unhappy with what was on.
Be Normal, hastily scrawled across a yellowing sticky note. It was stuck on the underside of the decrepit book. A decrepit book that she still loved. Just like she still loved the man who put hastily scrawled, yellowing sticky notes, on her decrepit books.
The gates of the graveyard swing open, and then swing closed with a gentle groan.
The lyrics followed her through the day, it made everything warp to a strange tune. Before she drifted off to sleep that night, the lyrics finally melted away, leaving nothing but a black hole to swallow her up.
Rain rain go away
come again another day.
Rain go the fuck away,
I wanted to wear my cute heels today.
The emotions of a candid beast are always more frightening than one would expect. For the honesty that simply seeps from its pores is blunt and direct. Similar to a badly formed critique.
She laughed, and began to cry. Oh how she hated having such watery eyes.
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