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her thoughts are slightly syncopated
But its getting overrated
how they make her feel mature
when shes told she is the cure
to all societies major flaws
forcing traits like equity
when persuading an embassy
surely now theyll start to see
this isnt where shes supposed to be
they say shes singing beautifully out of tune
her head tilted toward the moon
But its just different song
thats been in her head all along
The moon kissed my skin with his ominously pale glow leaving the prominent veins, that snaked throughout me, to contrast with the milky white.
A sparrow got caught in my throat, its delicate feathers growing heavy with the moisture from my saliva. The sparrows song streamed from my lips delighting my ears with the sweet sound.
Overhead, a passing storm cloud, as black as a ravens feather, was captured in the reflection of my shimmering hair staining the spiralling locks with its incandescent darkness.
The ambitious hues of the early sunrise crept into each crevice of land illuminating the now twinkling grey of the surrounding puddles. droplets of rain which gave the puddles their blue/grey twinkling pigment cascaded through my iris letting a small puddle reside in my eye surrounding the inky black of my pupil.
Finally a mother with a gentle smile and wise looking eyes cradled me supporting my head and warming my heart leaving behind traces of traits such as manners and respect.
As i was released into the world, all i could do was cling to the foundations of care and kindness which this sometimes dreary earth had bestowed upon me and hope i don't let the gifts of sparrows and such go to waste.
Eu tenho um amigo muito especial para mim. Ele cuida de mim como se fosse meu irmão, assim como eu o cuido como se eu fosse irmã. Adoro-o e acho-o um gatinho. Eu confesso que até hoje sou apaixonada por ele mas ele não sente o mesmo por mim. É gay e eu o aceito como é. Mas eu quero que ele seja hetero. Seria mais normal, igual eu... Será que um dia consigo conquista-lo? Não sei, mas vou tentar fazer o máximo.
Growing up, I was always slightly embarrassed of where I came from. Looking back now, I am embarrassed that I ever was. Sure, I didn't always get the newest toys and clothes as soon as they hit the shelves, but I never went without. Sitting in the living room a few nights ago, coming up on 20 years of age, I realized that I had not really missed out on anything. As I sat there in heart of my home, I felt nostalgic about the live I grew up living and how in a less than a year away, I would no longer be in this house. It was all bittersweet. My parents may have not been able to give me the world through material things, but they sure did try when it came to their love and attention. All we ever truly needed was each other, and maybe a dog.