CompleteCavity

The beauty of the flowers made her sick,

The freshness in the air was far too thick,

The superb tone from the birds in the sky,

Forced her to cover the ears and find a place to hide.

All these items made the world a perfect place,

But if she could she would run away from all its grace.

Perfection was the last thing she needed to be thrown in her face,

Darkness and rain were more her taste.

Thunder or silence, either way,

Is better than the words lovers say.

Because when sadness is in your air,

Happiness is what we fear.  

Then we need someone to eagerly say,

That perfection is made wherever I stay.

On the bare ground under my feet,

On the plate where I usually eat,

On the summer day that you met me,

On the very spot where I may be...

Perfection is a matter of choice,

That sings differently with every voice.

Ones trash is another's treasure,

Remember that and let go of the pressure.

If it's not okay then it's not okay,

If it's perfect ask it to stay.

Decisions, decisions,

What should I do?

Is it hard?

Is it easy?

Is it a question at all?

Decisions, decisions,

Can only be answered by you.

S.T.K Ξ

"Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mistery.
But today is a gift, and that is why it is called present."

Idag när jag rensade ogräs i Leksand med världens snyggaste regnutstyrsel kom jag på en låtidé. "Why am I dead? Every day is a gift, sometime I just need reminding of this.  Let's help each other and see the world for what it is." Full av underbara personer! Världen är det vi gör den till, place your happy things in it! Jag vet inte om det är solen (som gömmer sig nånstans) eller om det är en personlig utveckling på g, men något har hänt; I'm so much more happier! :D Join me vetja! ;P

S.T.K Ξ