| my art style is eraser marks and tears |

love is clockworklove is clockwork,love is clockwork by ~ready-to-go
they say,
and works like
machinery;
if all the parts
aren't in the right
places, then it
just won't work,
which I think
means it just
wasn't real love.
"true love" carries
a connotation
that there is a type
of love that isn't true,
but I don't like that
term because I
choose to hope
against it. love
should be true,
always; and if
it isn't, you
should go find
someone who
loves you, truly.

apologiesBetween a rock and a hard placeapologies by ~ready-to-go
I don't know what to say now
I think there's nothing left
I've screwed it up again, I see
And for that I must say I'm sorry
But I don't think we can save
What this used to be
Anymore

springSummer used to bespring by ~ready-to-go
My favorite season
But now I think
It is spring.
Spring because
Of the warm sunlight,
The flowers just beginning to bloom;
Spring because
No one can help being cheerful
When the birds are singing
Outdoors in the trees
And small animals are running
About in the woods.
You remind me of spring,
With your kind words
So here's to spring
And here's to you.


| Um...I'm quite aware that I'm not at all popular on DA, so I don't expect any donations, but one day I would love a premium membership, so... donations, no matter how small, are welcome! |