I wish I knew your name before you moved away
Before the memories became all fuzzy and gray
Like a discarded VHS tape in rapid decay
Sadly not remembering all the grand times of play
Only a remnant of the final memory was spared
A memory of a memento left sadly uncared
The loss of your parting gift is greatly despaired
For its abrupt loss couldn’t be prepared
I wish I knew your name before you withdrawn
So the memories could be a bright golden dawn
Instead of ancient words of a time now gone
I’ll hold onto the scraps of a memory drawn
Scraps of a memory o red and green
The lost gift you gave was plush pristine
It’s pattern was beautifully serene
I’ll hold onto its memory so keen
What words can perfectly describe you
Words that will hopefully stick like a nice glue
Words I want you to know are undoubtedly true
Numerous words all for you that are still too very few
Too little for your sound
A sound so sincerely profound
A sound that’s holding me to the ground
Yet also brings me to sleep on a calming cloud
What words can describe my feelings for you
To say how you have made me anew
To confess to you that my heart flew
Without breaking my hopeless heart in two
Too little words is all I can say
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
Thinking of you lovingly at night as I lay
For you have truly blessed me everyday
some object ocs i made…. i think they’re all related, like a worker bee hive
a little stress relief :')
been feeling down lately
anyways lightbulb i miss u sm pls come back
The words slip out before I can even think
Heavy breathed words I can never forget
Its pressure makes my heavy heart sink
Even if I gave myself the threat
I’ll deliver endless expressions of regret
Until I feel myself becoming an anxious pink
Never fully realizing the weight of emotional debt
Falling under it all as I shrink
I’ll say my sad sorry with a loud clink
As my body is crushed from fret
I barely avoid it with a shameful slink
Even with this chance I know it will all reset
Remember all the times spent in the grocery store
Memories of long aisles to effortlessly explore
Never once thinking it was an unpleasant chore
As we checked our list of essential items galore
Not even remembering how it all started out
Putting together lists like an advisor o devout
Only scanning the list as we eagerly scout
Quickly finding everything with no doubt
Do you miss our frequent grocery store run
I know to many it’s not worth a note of fun
Nor is it an adventure story of reaching the sun
Nevertheless I still feel like I have won
For nothing measures up to trickles of gold
The small moments becoming grand and bold
Unlike any lavish riches or treasures to behold
Moments spent with you can never be undersold
I think it’s funny and sad how so many people grow up hating the color pink because of sexism. Then they grow up and hopefully realize that they don’t need to hate on a color. For the longest time I hated the color to the point that everyone who knew me didn’t even associate me with the color, but now I love it and people in my life think about me whenever they see anything pink.
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ii meme anyone? oh right, the osc hates me! oops my bad 🤭
This is so pretty! Oil pastels are so easy to snap lol.
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The 2 oil pastels that died while I was drawing this I snapped them like you snap your fingers while you do a snapping motion to make using your sound