'come on' ;)

with her lips stained a certain colour of redish pink
and her face somewhat radiating a glow she can only find with a camera lense
her eyelashes shut tight heavy with black paint, leaking into her heart
she remembers the tree she sees him sitting under
a book in his hand and a subtle smile of a lost inside joke. the one her greyed out mind would cease to understand.
both so weary of the way the world is taking over all their head made problems
pull yourself from your pretty life. into your mind so untangeble and pessimistic.
she smiles gripping onto the coffee cup contrmplating just this once what her life could be
to sit once more under the trees, on dry grass a shade of natural green. the sunlight bringing out the reflection in her skin she tries so hard with makeup to hide. a lack of rainclouds the radiation of her skin negated by a warm summers day. another lack of rainclouds to darkern her heart and give reasons to excuse love.
she fixes earphones tightly into her ears desperatly searching for that warm lively beat, accompanied by the voice that somehow resembles amature dramatics, softly singing their way through a story. short but not sharp guitar strums. shes trying to cast away the feeling of longing, but its only getting worse. what she could imagine. the lost boys in this underground culture who have suceeded in their own kind of love. she knows lives fine and she can make it through the day. but she lacks that eye poping excitement, and colours contrasting the way photoshop aims to dream,
oh and speaking of dreams its a certain habbit of hers. to imagine even throughout the day throwing aside reality for whats shes searching for. if it exists in your mind it exists in from of your eyes. a life so poetic yet so tainted yet so magic.
she smiles,

xo