Paradise

Birds flying high….you know how I feel

Birds flying high….you know how I feel

(Source: fairy-wren)

Power of Emotions

I gaze at my child wearily

She used to have an alluring smile

Now it has crumbled to a dark void

She used to dance and sing

Now her voice is tender

And her legs quiver

She use to wake me up in the morning

With an elated laugh

Now she remains and

Bemoans this distant life

When will her sorrow end?

When will prosperity start?

When will these lives ripe into peacefulness?

Bo Burnham

"My biological father had sex with my biology teacher and my stepmother had sex with my step ladder."