This Is How Regret Is BornListen well, for I will say something all should know. The path is clear, the lane simple, the road where all fools go. This is how regret is born, this is how regret is born. Sleep derivation is intoxicating,This Is How Regret Is Born
in the right context and situation. --it all beings with inebriation-- and a late-night conversation Which leads to backseat perspiration and heavy respiration Oh that cursed state of mind, the lack of concentration This is how regret is born, this is how regret is born. The temporary satisfaction of the lacivious temptation sated by capitul
Cordulia shurteffiiHyper and languid All at once Flittering, fleeting, floating Darting in to strike And gone in the same moment Irridesent living gem Unseeming predator Smarter than most Belittled beauty Haunting hunter Skillfully silent Intelligent, melevolent Kind and gentle DragonflyCordulia shurteffii
I Should Say Thank YouI remember the questions- asking for my number for another date for a second chance the third time you were late I remember those lines- lined-paper loveletters standard lines pick-up lines lines of patter lines on your forehead when you asked why it mattered I remember the hang ups the let downs the blow offs the lead ons I remember the painI Should Say Thank You
and the blame and the shame -I remember you saying another girl's name and the showing me off and the shoving away I remember though these memories
Change of PaceAir, as we know it, is bland. Constant, stagnant; dull as tarnished silverware and as mundane as a plastic fork. I want air with color! A silent chaotic cacophony of color! Immersed, inundated, infused with multi-toned brilliance. Watching differend shades and hues blend and merge in the wind; zephyrus pigment being sculpted by breeze and breath. Each minute shift in atmosphere,Change of Pace
triggering such a psychedelic symphony for the eyes as to shame an opal in the firelight. Yeah, I'd like air like that-- --Provided its Non-Toxic.
