🐌Birdman🐌

Deep in my dark

Far in your thoughts

I rest your weary head

Upon my denim shorts

You are my perfect person

So why can't you see

No matter how close you seem

You are missing from me

My life has been broken

I deserve no pity

But surrounded by earth's ashes

I feel you smiling weakly at me

Looking up at the stars

Puts the world in perspective

So why do i weep

And forget how i was meant to live.

-Ballgown-

Fitted perfect to a girl like a twig not a tree,

Since they've seen nothing worse all eyes are on me.

Confetti like diamonds showered on the wrong crowd.

They miss me in the bubble that hopes my story's been drowned.

Forget it, the perfect story doesnt exist, your standards ellude the consumers crown.

-Nightmare eyes-

Glowing,

a wisp of future told,

flashing ochre like gold.

Hiding,

no use to disappear,

they'll only tell me the story i want to hear.

Pitiful,

they say they don't care, everyone tries,

but there's no sadder sight than teary nightmare eyes.

Sometimes people don't have to be dead to you-

They're just not worth remembering.