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| Hi Sirs and Madams, thanks for viewing my profile
I am a young slave in need of training
This is my face on my head on my shoulders
With eyes and a mouth and a nose
With a lie on my tongue and a weight on my back
And a fidgeting twitch in my toes
But this isn?t me anymore
These are my arms around you, though you?re reluctant
And my fingernails, I can?t help but bite
My face is in my hands, but I?ll change in seconds
As my smile returns and I remember tonight
And I find that I?m me once more
?Cause this is the me that I like to be
Charisma quick wit and charm
But that side of me rarely likes to be
In the face of causing harm
Can you see my fear as you disappear
Into someone else?s arms
Or are you unaware that the me you care for
Isn?t really me at all
This is me
These are my hands, on my arms, on my conscience
With fingers that shake while they strum
And this is you, in my head, regardless of whether I want you there
And thoughts that I tried to avoid have already begun
And I can?t feel myself anymore
These are my fingers typing, to no avail
As I try my best, to let you down
But I?ve just so much to do, and I can?t help but force you
To the bottom of my lists and block out the sound
This isn?t the me I want to explore
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Her name was Flora Spread
And she lived on Hovis Hill,
Overlooking Baker Town
From the window of her flour mill.
The bright lights of the city
Fueled her longing to create
With the innovative bakers
With whom she knew she could relate.
She saw the cakes they cooked
And the muffins that they made
But she kept on beating her bread,
All the while feeling betrayed
That her mother left her in this mess
Of yeast, flour, and dough;
She must taste inspiration and stop
Chewing the bread of woe
Down in Baker Town lived Victoria Sponge
But her cakes just weren't selling
So she knew that it was
Time to take a plunge
Into the new
And see things from a brand new view:
"And yes, young miss Flora,
I am talking to you.
Won't you come down that hill of yours
And work here in my shop?
You might have to bake
Until the ovens pop
But I need your creative eye;
With my wisdom and your innovation
Together we can bake
The perfect success pie."
After just one week in that shop,
Flora's business was booming,
Her creativity blooming,
And her customers consuming,
But looming on the horizon
Lay a rising problem:
People couldn't stop eating
And there was nothing that could stop them.
What was once a people
Of pretty balanced diets,
Baker Town without it's bread
Was revolution without riots.
Flora closed her shop down
But she knew it was too late,
And soon enough the population of the town
Was overweight.
And so the very next day
Flora went back to her mill
And opened up her bread shop
But it seemed, to Flora's dismay,
That no one wanted her bread
And she was left alone up the hill top.
Victoria Sponge kept on baking
With recipes she stole from Flora's notes
And Flora's heart kept breaking
As the cakes continued rising...
And the bread...
Became toast.
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This is a prose about love, and not a very good one
I don't know enough to tell you about heartbreak
But I know it's there, and you can avoid it
By listening to your head
Which is just what I've done, and it isn't perfect
But look what I've done instead, instead of falling for you
I've never really been in love and that is fine by me
I'll sit at home and refine the person I want to be
'Cause I'm still young and not prepared to waste my time
On chasing guys who are yet to fully form their minds
And I know that there's a woman waiting, but I'm not that woman yet
So I'll wait, and make sure I don't do something I'll regret
This isn't just about love, 'cause that's just one pixel
Of the image I'm speaking of, the one of the relationship
That we share, it's much more important
That I learn to like you too
Though I guess before that, it's probably vital
That I try to look for you, at least look for me |
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I am you, you are me
Together we make a perfect Charlie
And when I'm feeling down
We know that we will always be around
Our relationship is complicated
Sometimes it's hard to remember
That you're even there
But when I feel I'm being hated
Feeling lonely in December
Facing hardships that we can't bare
You'll help me come through the other side
You build up my confidence, and raise my pride
Together there's nothing that we can't face
Just as long as we embrace ourselves
It's just a shame that I hate you,
You're insufferable, your acne's terrible
Your sunny disposition is completely unbearable
And worst of all, you've got no friends
They're just on the internet
You're a waste of space, you've got no life
Got a mole on your face, you should take a knife
To your head, and do it before I do it instead
You're that perfect either, mate
In fact you're way too easy to hate
What 19 year old can't get a date
I guess it's fate, that you'll never find a soul mate
You're going to die alone, on your own
Watching crappy YouTube videos
I am you, you are me
Together we make an
Spotty, Unfit, neurotic, unfunny, forgetful, weedy, Charlie
And when I'm feeling down
We know that we, will only ever have each other around
Our relationship is complicated
Sometimes it's hard to remember
That you're even there
But when I feel I'm being hated
Feeling lonely in December
Facing hardships that we can't bare
You'll help me come through the other side
You build up my confidence, and raise my pride
Together there's nothing that we can't face
Just as long as we embrace ourselves
You know that I really love you
I really love you too
Yeah, even though it's vain, I think we feel the same
You need to be able to love yourself |
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