Sta.sh
New Years Resolutions:
1. Don't fuck up.
2. Don't think about the past. What ifs. Move on.<b>
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35th Beauty I wish I could've had her looks35th Beauty by ~SelectiveDamage
Her dark brown, bobbed hair
Her rich brown eyes
Her full lips
Always coated in a bold lipstick
I wish I could've had her beauty
Always hidden behind her innocent stare
With a subtle smile turned at the corners of her mouth
I wish I could've had her intelligence
Her sharp awareness of politics
Her keen insight to cultures
Her whip like wit always ready when needed
I wish I could've had her charisma
Her voice always steady
Her voice always powerful
I wish I could've had her elegance
Her silky dresses
Her bold patterned suits
Her delicate hands always covered in perfect white gloves
I wish I cou
Our Demise I am everyone else's worst nightmareOur Demise by ~SelectiveDamage
To friends, family or stranges
But hardly noticeable to you
I lurk inside you
I lurk around you
But you will never find me
To dispose of those things that you want most
I make you sick
I make you cry
I make you collapse
From our own disgusting weight
That you carry around inside you
But you will never find me
People will cringe
Peopl will walk away
Even when you approach in good manner
And they know what you got
And they know what you want
You want me to leave you
As much as you want everything else
But I hardly wan t to leave you
I'm here to stay
Masquerade Ball She puts on her make-upMasquerade Ball by ~SelectiveDamage
For who? She doesn't know
Step one, two, three
She ties her corset
She zips up her dress
Step one, two, three
She looks in the mirror
Her face now masked in silver
Puts on her best smile
Step one, two, three
One, two, three, four
She twirls in the ballroom
Her dress follows in a whisper
Step one, two, three
Her moves are graceful
As she glides through the Waltz
Step one, two, three
What she doesn't know is that she is being watched
By the masked gentleman in the corner
Step one, two, three
One, two, three, four
The gentleman walks over
Bows to the girl masked in silver
She curtsies with a bowed h
This Is Me I've always been differentThis Is Me by ~SelectiveDamage
At least felt different
Compared to most
Shorter, quieter
But yet more lively,
More understandable than most
Maybe it was intimidation
That got the best of me
But I try to never let it seep to far
Where it starts to make me feel...
Even if they try to remind me
I will try to never let it seep to far
Because I've got a secret
On how to keep my piece
That keeps it all from tumbling down
Let me try to describe it
For its origin is truly crass and violent
Where melodies melt away anxiety
Where riffs repress sudden outbursts
Where distortion drives away insanity
And under this noise
Where most people
Tired 
