The kiss.The kissIt was as smooth as molassesHeated as a warm sticky Summer's dayBut as cool as sweet iced teaSweet as sugarBut spicy as cinnamonThe best of both worlds--Hot but sweetAnd as perfect as salted watermelon<3
Ignored.What is my name?I don't know.Does it matter to anyone?Most likely not.Why do I feel this way?Because I am ignored.I let out my feelings, so that makes me a jerk.Am I supposed to be an emotionless rock?It feels like I should.Or should I give the same treatment back?Ignore them and be hated?Or act all fine and dandy?Sometimes I feel as if I don't mean a thing.And that they could care less if I was there.What am I to do?
What am I?What am I?Am I the monster under your bed?The abandoned building?What am I?The chipped Teacup?The silly girl in the corner?What am I?The weird artist?A leaf from a fall day, or a tear drop from you?Do you know what I am?
instant fave! c:
roses are cool though don't diss