cantonese cantata
there are raindrops on my lips
and nebulous stains of morning clouding my eyes
as i fly throughwhat could bethe last days of my existence...
no feathers, just wordsand raindrops in my hair
i steady myself for the leapbut collapse before i jump
it's not my fault, though, you see-
there are raindrops in my eyes
and i can't see my own future.
/o\o/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/o\/oi screamed then, fighting the peanut butter logic you flung my way-
its too thick and nutty
and i dont want any part of it whatsoever
but the sandman said to count my sheep
and go to sleep
and when i wake up everythingwillbeok
BUT ITS NOT!
and if i have to bear that cheshire grin one more time
i will surely
go
mad.
transfaturated goodness
posted by Erica @ 4:38 PM
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