

Night LifeBy the end of the day, life has been a bore A place of unhappiness and endless chores But once the sun goes down Its time to wipe off that frown Sway to the beat And feel the heat The music notes dance in the air above our heads The grey of life turns to bold greens, blues, and reds Now dance little sister and shake those hips Come on little brother and go kiss those lips Dance like theres no worries or cares And honey, we aint got no fares The guitars play themselves and the tambourine shakes Thump Bum Bumpadum goes the drum; he aint gonna bNight Life
Razera
Fire Tiger

Thank You“Hey Fakir!”Thank You
What? I’m busy.
“Busy? Hey! No, you’re not!”
I’m most certainly am.
“You’re not doing anything! You’re just staring into the flame of your lantern.”
That constitutes as “doing something”.
“Huh?”
Moron.
“MEANIE! I just wanted to ask—“
Ask me what?
“I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to take a walk with me… Meanie.”
Haha. Wait, a walk? In this weather? Has the cold gone to your head?
“F-fine! I won’t ask you again! It’s just—I thought it’d be nice.”
What do you
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"But I want you to know, if you weren't such a b!tch, we'd feel sorry for you. I do feel sorry for you. But as it stands, the way you behave - I feel I can speak for the entire office when I tell you... go f&*$ yourself." - Wanted
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Delicate glass could be no more fragile and a velvet sheet no more softer or honey any sweeter than the one who holds your whole world together in their hands, caressing your soul with a touch softer than a feather.
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Delicate glass could be no more fragile and a velvet sheet no more softer or honey any sweeter than the one who holds your whole world together in their hands, caressing your soul with a touch softer than a feather.
btw how do u upload poems? my friend wants to know
upload poems? on here? where you decide the file choose 'text' instead of the left one (honestly don't remember the name on the button...) then you either copy and paste it from a word program or type it all in
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Delicate glass could be no more fragile and a velvet sheet no more softer or honey any sweeter than the one who holds your whole world together in their hands, caressing your soul with a touch softer than a feather.
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