May 11, 2014

I hate reality
So I learned to paint pastel colors to things
Tag a solemn song to red bricks of staircases
School is a place for lovers
Dreaming about a hug with someone met in dream
Where I was the bride
Then friends call me, ruin my silence
Worlds crack and rumble
I become a good girl again

( ~♪ )

I blind my ears with ♪
And watch reality fades
Only clouds, rainbows and fountain of crimson blood
I’m dancing with birds and naked guys in my head
I’m watching flower and minds blossom into million
colordrops, flying through the orange sky


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