This is just some of the amazing art and artists that continuously inspires me on this site.
005-You never were poeticWhen I met you
You were stolen song lyrics,
knee deep in notebooks
Tartan mini skirts and
hand-knitted wool jumpers.
Sneaking swear words into
You were Sharpie covered scars
Telling strangers they looked sad.
I was summer dresses,
a Cheshire cat grin that tried too hard
Glazed eyes skyward that asked
"Someone look at me.
this one is for the daughtersThis ones for the daughters
We were all once dreamers
Then we grew up.
The word baby means something so different to us now.
Baby means a real thing, a responsibility, a caring, a longing, an offspring.
But it still holds true.
Holding an affection to the speaker.
Remember baby, that I felt like you did. I believed in the things you did.
They are not wrong.
They of your age.
They are the beauty writers find in their words.
Artists find in the muses.
Dancers find in their pulse.
Designers find in mess.
Baby, you dream in multicolour.
You write in pen.
You have no fear of being permanent.
You have a view of the adult world like we fear.
There are things we tell you as infants that get lost in the awkwardness of real life.
We wish to record them so you can hear our praises.
Our silly words and positivity we feed you when all is wrong.
You deserve to hear that everything will be alright.
Because it is. And will be.
PlumitHey maybe ill send you:thumb117807693: :thumb138450360: :thumb119948332: :thumb120126941: :thumb113551869: :thumb102503956: :thumb122529938: :thumb122576568: :thumb123040036: :thumb123731149:
a thousand tiny love notes
but ill write them out with
black permanent ink
because you are colour blind
[you cant see me when i am red
and i runrunrun away from you
you cant see me when im green
and i starestarestare at the girl your with
and you cant see me when im blue
and i crycrycry into my pillow at night]
Ill write a thousand cryptic messages
and replace real words with half assed riddles
because im truly scared of telling
exactly how i feel [imsososorry]
ill stick them in an envelope
and address them to the boy who stole my heart
but i wont put a return to sender on the back
[keep it, i dont fucking want it]
Just because you say i love you
doesn't mean i need to believe it
how can you love something that is broken
i watched you that day
when you dropped the glass jar
filled with the thousands of coloured paper stars
that i folded for you [it took me weeks]
for when you run out of stars in the night sky to wish upon, i said
you threw away the shatt
I've been working really hard on LYFA things. So those should be up soon. I decided to do something different. Playing on some ideas. Soon. <3
I hope all is well with everyone.
Also - thanks again to :MasochisticHeartache: for the subscription. I really enjoyed it.