#pssky

[catelise99]

1 am and I’m six shots deep

Waiting for the room to spin

The soul out of me

1am and I’m laughing at everybody

Hoping that when I wake up

I will still feel glad

It is 1 am and I’m trying to forgive

All the hurts scarred on my mind

[catelise99]

Morning sets on soft grassy field

as the engine purrs along the inked-black road

the radio plays all the forgetful songs

but I will remember the melodies by memories

we are driving down the backroads

againist the wind and away from our troubles

go on until nobody remembers our names

•PSSky

[catelise99]

Flirting with the devil

Gets me nonewhere

But if I wanna to,

I woulda get outta of here

So watch me stay

As you go around

Don’t expect me to

Bow down as soon as

You come around

Cause I know you ain’t no king

With all the fake jewels on you

Honestly I don’t mind

Flirting with the devil

But I ain’t sticking around

For all the burning you

Gonna do

[catelise99]

BAD AT LOVE ERASURE

Got a boy back home in Michigan

And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him

So I told him that I never really liked his friends

Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again

There's a guy that lives in a garden state

And he told me that we make it 'til we graduate

So I told him the music would be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That we're meant to be

-Bad At Love, Halsey

[catelise99]

She got the soul of freedom

the mind of wise

and the heart of generosity

She plays in the meadow along the fairies,

daydreaming of all the struggles

she would change

Life told her to keep her eyes open

to all possibilities and to

keep her cards folded

Never once she will let her shine dim

so others can borrow the light

and feel alright

But deep down, she knows

that she’s nothing but a trouble

like biting a sweet chocolate chip cookie

only to find out it is made of plastic

— and you wonder why she’s an angel whose hometown is Hell.

[catelise99]

In 8th grade, my best friend and I got an assignment from our ASL class. We had to come up with a story and use our hands to create an image. We decided to give a paper plane a life. Our hands bleed a soul into the folded paper and made it fly up so high. We became the sky, the clouds, the trees, the paper, and everything we imagined up. After 30 seconds of an exhilarating personified paper plane adventure, we let it crash and turn back into an ordinary folded paper. And the minute we clicked the stop button, we were laughing and beaming with pride because the paper wasn’t the only thing that felt alive. Still to this day, we talk about it with remorse only because we could not see the video once more. This is what I call rush of life, and it is always short lived.

[catelise99]

You can be a star child, burning so bright and so soon. Or you can be the whole forest, staying true to your roots.

[catelise99]

For my sisters,

Don’t know where we went wrong

And there’s no room for rewinds

Don’t know how we stayed strong

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Our parents set us up for failure

But we still can grow pure

Don’t know where we went wrong

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Our mountains are made of despair

I’ll still send prayers to make the world fair

Don’t know how we stayed strong

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I keep finding myself insanely lost

Please don’t grow up just to be a ghost

Don’t know where we went wrong

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The miles we endured will not come to end

The roads winded will not stop being bent

Don’t know how we stayed strong

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We could keep crying over our past

Or we could make our recent sorrows the last

Don’t know where we went wrong

Don’t know how we stayed strong