Lilly's ghost has painted herself
It's a defense mechanism
She knows she oughtn't feel so hollow
She knows things mustn't be as bad as she sees them
And they aren't, of course
She still paints herself
And throws herself crying into strangers's arms
She'll get herself killed that way
Lilly's ghost claims she isn't afraid anymore
Though she's never been more fearful
She paints herself to cover it up
She paints herself so pretty
Sometimes I think
You don't deserve all the cute love poetry I write for you
I know the poems aren't the greatest
But neither are you, now a days
Still and regardless-
I always end up writing things for and about you
I suppose I shouldn't complain
You do that enough for both of us
She's still so dumb, isn't she?
At least her life right now will be memorable-
All those interesting failures
All that idiotic behavior-
I hope she won't stay stupid forever
Heaven knows, she's been this way long enough
I can't see how people can't embroider their blogs with humor
I know I like crying
But I also like laughing
And often times it's a thin line between the two
Perhaps thats why I so adore funny people
They're the most beautiful, I think
I'm writing better poetry now that I'm back in Minnesota
At least that's what it feels like
And that means a lot to me
I know quality is debatable
But my own emotions really are not
And my poetry feels pretty here
That's a really good thing
I'm listening to Ravens Land by Voltaire
And watching my puppy play with her toys
And drinking tea made by my mum
And soon I'll take a bath
And then I'll go get coffee
I missed this sort of such while I was far away