Saturday, July 30
Click your heels,
Three times six.
The stars are fixed,
May i climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue.
Nor did heaven ever weather,
the crosses that you came upon.
for all he said, i kept it in my heart.
he said im on the evil side of me.
i think too much, i trust too much.
he told me that im too much of a negative person.
mummy spent 400bucks on it.
for i was torn, in between all those.
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly,
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave.
My preference leans to killing you quickly...
good night.
your's truely.
