ymmas
Perry the Platypus frequently goes on missions. He is my hero, because he always catches evil Dr. Doofenschmirtz.
Be my escape. Fly away with me, let's fly, let's fly away.
A cross, a crucifix. Mine is still hanging, barely, on my tangled chain. I used to wear it every day. Now it's snarled and thrown away somewhere in my room.
White picket fences,
surrounding the perfect little houses.
No one knows what really lies beyond.
Their masks are made up so perfectly.
I sat there, staring at the wall.
Blank, white wall.
I felt nothing, felt completely alone.
I knew he was not thinking about me, nor she. No one cared. None.
Oh, nuns. I once was taught by a nun when I went to Catholic school. While I can never do what she did, I admired her. She spoke of a time that is lost on our generation.