Guys Never Date A Musician She Won't Stop Writing Songs About Me

"jasmine, open your wings !"

unveil your pretty leaves my love

put your childhood to rest

your wings lay off the finest dove

and a crown of the prettiest dress,

with a cowl of golden lace i see

your feathers dripping so free.

such fine pristine garden howls

flying into chains of glass

and with your perfect golden cowl

lacèd, with the finest brass.

moonwater swirling in your hair

rosèd twine of which i could stare

music of love- to the morning play on

so until the sun rises,

i can still hear your song.

awaken in water of pure and fair

dreams of finely pruned fellows

god created, of the smallest affair

until the morning comes

to spoil the night

let us drink to the music

to your heavenly sight.

i hate sitting on the floor it makes me feel so homeschooled

Six feet above water

Six feet under par

Twenty years surprised her

Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

Consider what would happen

To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

What would happen, under par

Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !

thinking about how amazing life would be if i could play bar chords

Hi, I'm sorry for reblogging that Octonauts post so much it just hit my autism

u gotta go where the 'tism calls‼️

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yeah i guess you could say im trans. transporting this MUG ROOT BEER into my MOUTH

MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSWSES YAYAYAYA

HAPPY BIRFDAY JESUS 🫶🏼 WOOOOO

The Reapers Song by HybridDH

Art by ghost_entity

https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In shadows deep, she walks alone,

A quiet girl with none to own,

A scythe she holds, both sharp and grand,

But gentle is her guiding hand.

Not one for words, she lets things be,

Her eyes speak more than we can see.

No need for crowds, nor praise to claim,

The unknown world is hers to tame.

Beneath the hood, her hair does fall,

She listens close to death’s own call,

Not shy, not fearful of her role,

She guards the passage of the soul.

She steps with grace, her robe so long,

But there’s a sweetness in her song,

The quiet hum that none can hear,

But comforts those who wait in fear.

She doesn’t boast, she doesn’t cry,

She simply lets the moments fly.

Her touch, though cold, is soft and kind,

She brings peace to the troubled mind.

The scythe she wields might seem so grim,

But she’s the one who helps them swim

Through waters dark and shores unknown,

Guiding the lost ones safely home.

And though her job may seem so bleak,

Her heart’s a place where love does speak.

In every soul she helps to go,

She plants a seed for hope to grow.

She loves the quiet, loves the night,

Not one for fame or spotlight bright,

Her cloak’s a comfort, like a friend,

A hidden place until the end.

For in her silence, she has found

A way to help without a sound.

She smiles a smile no one can see,

But in her soul, she’s truly free.

She watches life, she watches death,

Yet feels no sadness, no regret,

For in the end, she knows the truth—

There’s beauty even in lost youth.

So off she goes, with steps so light,

A reaper girl within the night,

Her heart aglow with love so pure,

For every soul, she finds the cure.

In every end, there’s a new start,

A gentle hand, a loving heart,

For though she’s grim, she’s never cold,

She brings new stories to unfold.