she called her a
lucky bitch
cause she met copeland's
lead.

i d be damn if i met up with fall out boy.
i d go crazy if i spent the night with gwen

girl singers
and boy bands
they make me burn.

my window ledge changed from blue to peach white.
can they really paint the memories stained?
these words in my head.
i wish i had a walking type writer.
then it would capture the
initial thoughts,
before they transform, evolve to something different.
something tainted with the profound english hidden.

alvina
in a hidden world,
where pain exist.
but in a different form,
where i can stab a thousand times,
with green blue fluid flooding the wounds.