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Am I the Only OneAm I the only one? (who wants to have sex in a graveyard)Am I the Only One
I still remember The first time I saw you The way the sunlight Made sparkles in your beautiful hair I still remember That entrancing first kiss The way you made me feel like you Were the only one that cared
But when we thought we’d take our love Just one step further I still remember the look on your face Your horrified expression when I said the cemetery was The only place to Consummate our love…
Your jaw dropped to the floor When I dreamt of cold earth and stone
by ~blackcanary06
A Punk Love SongA Punk Love Song (This song is written in red pen not just cos it’s the colour of blood spilt in the pit…It’s love) You hate Nazis and that’s so cool You’re English and you say “Oi” which is a word that makes me drool I want to stroke your jacket cos of its hardcore patches I felt fucking stupid so I wrote a stupid songA Punk Love Song
Oi oi, punk rock love, studded angels from above,
Your tattered safety-pinned wings are all that I’ll need When I’m out on the streets- suburban rebel without a cause Cos I’m so punk and hardcore but it’s lonely when my heart’s not yours
You may not hav
by ~blackcanary06
An American JustificationWalking down the streets just wasn’t the same today. It hadn’t been the same since the roads had been broken up, of course. The shops were still open, but it seemed like no-one wanted to walk to them, or to try and brave the pits of sand that were left where the tarmac shell had been cracked. So the centre of town had become quiet. There were still people walking around, but they seemed to disappear into shops whenever you came closer, like insects scurrying away from light. The only people you could actually see were the builders, standing in the sand pits with bright orange overalls and busily conducting machines.An American Justification
Today was dif
by ~blackcanary06
BirdyI once watched The tree shake out its springclean Yet still there was that little birdyBirdy
Who refused to be seen but I saw
The leaves turn their golden sneers All around the sonic screams beating in on all, And all I wanted to do was scream back- The bark plastered off in neat spirals.
Shying from being seen but I wished I’d seen it all, one sheening wing and Everything behind that blenched gaze, How could I show what bled from my eyes
How shards breach insides
Desire to burn all that would harrow, To drift up and take that little feather’
by ~blackcanary06
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