paul baribeau - strawberry
to say that you are cute,
would be like saying a strawberry is sweet,
‘cause a strawberry has secret flavors that are sharp, and tart, and red, and deep,
and i would love to find you growing wild out by the woods,
i would make a basket with the front of my t-shirt,
and take home as many of you as I could,
and to say that you are pretty,
would be like saying that the ocean is blue,
cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors,
and I see all kinds of things when I look at you,
and I want to explore you
with my tenni shoes off
standing ankle deep in a tide pool,
with my khaki pants rolled up,
and to say that you are funny would be like saying that the night sky is black,
cause the night sky is filled with stars and comets and planets that no one has seen yet,
and i want to look at you,
lying down on my front lawn,
i’ll try to take you all in at once, but you just go on and on and on
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i want to kiss you and hug you and hold you and play with your hair and sleep with you and make you laugh and stare at you and play games with you and make you win on purpose and cuddle with you at night and eat breakfast with you and then eat lunch and dinner with you and i wanna listen to music with you and cry with you and go to class with you and duel blog with you and i dont know i just want to do fucking everything with you
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Frank Turner | My Kingdom For a Horse
And I’m trying to speak straight,
But I’m drunk and I’m lonely and you won’t believe me,
And I’m trying to see straight,
But I’ve been up for days and it scares you away,
And I’m trying to keep straight,
But I’d trade it all for just five minutes more
Of your wandering hands with their simple demands that are
All the things I ever wanted, better than the powder and pills,
All the things I ever needed, the only thing that doesn’t seem to kill,
That still makes me smile.
So if I tell you all the little things that I think that I need,
Will you tell me how to tell the world from the woods from the trees?
Because I’ve been stuck inside my comforting familiar disease,
And I need you now because I can’t get out,
And all over Europe the lights are going out,
And I’m pulling down the curtain, but every time I reach out
You’re gone.
