Under the oak tree they kissed
and her sweater was torn violently,
in a craving to be something else,
something other than a human and
somehow, a kiss could do that; a kiss
could make them taste like fresh bees wax
and morning dreams. A kiss could make the
stars feel like sapphires in their palms,
if only they could open their eyes
and catch them. Pipe dreams, & dragon wings.
Despite herself, she stared at the sky,
stuck out her tongue to taste
the universe.















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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
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Colours that tint the Raxian scales are: Crimson, for dried hatred thus ignited anew, Umber for vengence that boils because of opression, Gold for lust of the splendor in merriness of another, Blue-Slate for over-brooding in sorrowful mishaps. White/Black
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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lovebites.
yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!
"the craving to be something else..."
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"I'm sorry, was that the sound of your heart breaking?"
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