In the white room, with black curtains, near the station Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes Dawnlight smiles on your leaving my contentment I wait in this place - where the sun never shines I wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the station Platform ticket, restless diesel, goodbye windows I walked into such a sad time at the station As I walked out felt my own need just beginning I wait in the queue - where the trains come back Lie with you - where the shadows run from themselves. At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd Consolation for the only now forgotten Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in your dark eyes She just dressing goodbye windows, tired starlings. I sleep in this place with a lonely crowd Lie in the dark - where the shadows run from themselves
YOU BABBLE >:3
if i was a bird would I lay an egg or would my nest catch on my leg and fall, fall, fall down from the tree and land upon that old man's knee his beard is white i think he rode a donkey like a peasant man silly gora honky ops i hit the tag it was an accident you should take it as a massive compliment like a snowflake on your computer or a business train and a young commuter i've done this poem for five minutes now i want to do another thing somewhere, somehow i am like that bird pondering about life i'll take my leave now please enjoy my wife
WHAT we drift WE DRIFTTT
In the ghetto
The life in fairy story
I still don't understand if Ki Ki's a man or a woman.
In fact......what? You have left an incomplete idea in your usernotes, Kyono-Dan. We are dissapointed. :3
We sense malicious hatred directed at the mew. ):3
I don't know, I think you look kinda hott without your custom tit.
