What Little Girls are Made OfSugar and spice and everything nice That's what little girls are made of. Spiders and lice and wee little mice, that's what little girls are made of. Alabaster skinWhat Little Girls are Made Of
and emerald eyes, and ruby red lips, to hide all her lies: That's what little girls are made of. A forked silver tongue and a head full of bats, pierced dimpled cheeks and claws like a cat: That's what little girls are made of.
Sugar and spice and everything nice That's what little girls are made of. False promises and lies made through half open eyes, with angelic s
Drawing DreamsI'll glue it all together And we'll call each other friends These words I write are lonely Scribed in my heart's defenseDrawing Dreams
I'll get my pen and paper And draw my dreams of you 'Cause I'll never know the real thing Dreams and drawings will have to do
I'll fold them up and hold them tight Never willing to let go I'll bury them deep inside of me So these feelings never show
Then someday Once I've passed away And my flesh has perished through
Inside of me
The worms will see My dreams and drawings of you
3 AM on the Coast of MaineThe gray sky blended into the dull blue Atlantic, pressing a bitter blanket of icy fog against the rocky coast of Maine. Jack Frost nibbled at the tops of my ears as Father Time crept slowly past. Despite these destractions, it was Mother Nature whose eyes met my own, gazing back at me from the eternal deep. Although I saw not a sail nor a ship in sight, the persistant glow from the Portland Headlamp droned on, spilling color into the grayscale landscape. The aged lighthouse stood strong against the ranks of furious war torn waves. The icy vapor was3 AM on the Coast of Maine
It's moving
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!!! art or death !!!
Then, just crop it, leave a little bit of border around the pic.
Excited to see what ya got.
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