Dream Your Life AwayI seem to be cutting these rhymes like I was Sir. Paget I make no song and dance for amateur dramatics Quoting these lines from Harry Emerson Fosdick And I’ll stop this shit when someone tells me to stop this STOP THIS! This rhythm is nothing but bullshit Okay I lied; you will never stop my music Two step, but check my loafers aren’t in firing line I’ll explain my rhymes through annotations and smilesDream Your Life Away
I’ve lead a sheltered life, covered rain and light dripping I spit the truth; I’m not like C.R.E.A.M I’m not kicking Springing into life like a seas
Screenplay - One More NightStay... with... me, one more night I want that feeling in my stomach where i'm sick of the sight When I wake... I will taste, blood drying in the roof of my mouth I grinded my teeth, it's a case of insecurity, how, Perfect, your complexion is textbook, And i'm scratching the surface to make these scars feel worth this,Screenplay - One More Night
Close... your... eyes I won't be there come to light, I am sick of the sight, And i'm willing to fight, For one lonely night, Dream of anyone else, I dare you question You'll always be spineless!
The... door... was unlocked so I sl
Men Are Far Too ProudI like the way you move, Your soft voice soothes every goddamn bruise, And these kisses that never miss the target, Leaves me in a lethargic state but bar this, You break the mould, you heat my cold, And beat every obstacle that hinders me from gold, And i'm told, you're but a bundle of nerves, That serves the community especially girls, In this world, the men are far too proud, Shouting loud as every young girl cowers, They tower and power til' you shake and shiver, Every quiver delivers a blood clot to your liver, Bitter like their manhood is questioned, QuestionMen Are Far Too Proud
Desks + TestsThe more they deny me, the more they confine me, The more they bore, and floor or defy me, I find the strength to deduce my wealth, And I won't stop fighting until i'm taking off the shelf, Because my passion and valour can make a man sour, When I push and push and push through power, This desk is a prison, and it's moulded round me, No-one will listen and i'm holding out for the, Chances and opportunities lying awake, In the 4-star hotel that i'm dying to take, And I make these rhythms and rhymes in my spare time, Giving off hope and guidance not crime, And you'll find tDesks + Tests
I'M BACK
Eager
i never come on here either much
i havent logged in, in ages?
wow stuart
you look like a stuart
im watching some fireworks from a window atm
what are you doing?
it was good seeing you at foals
xxxx
you're words are damn good
hope you're okay X
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Esmerelda Pandora Valentino
~Simmar.
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you have blue eyes & brown hair
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The impossible is often the untried.
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