If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...
A feather falls
Oh So Slow...
When I was young I felt restricted,
trouble was never far from my shore...
Right in front of my hut, as hunger dominate,
I kept on yelling, "God why?!"...
There once was a princess with skin oh so pale,
And gleaming brown hair almost down to her tail...
Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...
Don't steal this poem from me, I have proof that...
My name is Tiffany, isn't that so fine...
The Lord is my Shepherd,
or this could be a cataclysm...
Our love was sweet and tender,
It was the kind of love that could last forever...
Once solid and whole
Now broken or split...
Inside of my head
Is a vast empty space...
The Bumblebees first bees up, large and clumsy...
They jump to their wings with furry coats, that...