10 degrees belowroses are red,10 degrees below
apples are too,
ill hold my breath,
till I turn blue,
sure it may seem childish,
but I don't care,
I still have a hard time reaching the floor from my chair,
my eyes will turn dim on
the brightest day,
when from you forever it
feels I'm away.
all and all I guess what
I'm trying to show,
is that I want you to hold me
when its ten below.
Tomorrow, I have three testsTomorrow I have three tests, three tests have I, I have have have DelusionTomorrow, I have three tests
Striking sun's sickly brother coughs a crooked smile lining my street Like a stalker, peeps through my eves, sees me twitch with the approaching dawn Ailing moon, filthy moon, why do I praise you; morose are you Is it for your anonymous character, passionate tender nature,
Possibly of my motherly instinct to coddle ones I pity But with your pale exterior comes an odd beauty At this clocks hand, I shall not look upon you with an eye for beauty nor misfortune But gazes from the marks of the sun dial &nbs
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