And although love you cannot see,
I think it shows in you and me

A bad poem is a bush some fear might harbor thorns
A good one is chicken and readers chew even the bones

allez, mon soleil doré
un autre jour est enfin terminé

Sing for me pretty bird of mine
I've cut out my tongue and can't say a word in time

It's a bittersweet feeling to like you,
Because all I ever do is think of you.

No matter what I do
Don't forget me

My couch is a wasteland,
Pulls me down, I cannot stand.
It scares me that I’m drawn to gore,
I see destruction, I want more.
I don’t know if its anger,
Or if it’s something stranger.
I want to shatter glass,
I need to make this feeling pass.
I want to throw things and scream,
I want to get out of this dream.
Running isn’t satisfying,
I feel like I need to break something.

all of these random facts,
merely an internet acts.
"nothing rhyme with orange",
so you never feel derange?
"and what about silver",
none that makes you shiver?
"then it must be rhythm",
clearly you have no freedom.
"positively its purple",
please make it triple.
though there are words with no rhyme,
let's create something worth the time.

when a lady says "go away",
it doesn't mean you should obey,
female emotions are complicated, cliche,
you should not trust her fully anyway.

sadly you ought to know by now,
sorry i must be mistaken somehow.