Procrastination artist maybe

Nom.

Hehehe, mebbe

Purple, yellow, green, candy-coated brittle dreams

Bitter, bored, those smiles dripping on the kitchen tiles

Roses on the papered wall picking on you, plap them hard

Love runs through the hourglass always, always

(Balefires Nyanna)

And I find every lover has his own colour

And you, you were all kinds

Gonna keep them for my pleasure, they’ll be my treasure

Alone now I am

Bananas are not fun to draw, unless you draw them being destroyed

Are your kisses in the candy jar?

Black, bittersweet they are

Are your kisses in the candy jar?

Sugar blue, we’ve gone too far

Bananas are not fun to draw, unless you draw them being destroyed

I may regret asking this, but why are you anti bananas?

(Balefires Nyanna)

Bananas are not fun to draw, unless you draw them being destroyed

BAD ICEKNIGHT. BAD.

Lukewarm, scrambled words swallowed as a sad dessert

Bam-bam went the china plates, a pile of shattered, twisted fates

Dregs and blanks and naked lips, angry as the ending begs

Love runs through the hourglass always, always

Edited March 20, 201411 yr by Nyanna al'Meara

The bananas are dead.

Awh bugger, y u no italics.

BANANA ICEKNIGHT. BANANA.

Because it doesn't want to.

And I find every lover has his own colour

And you, you were all kinds

Gonna keep them for my pleasure, they’ll be my treasure

Alone now I am

the banana is destroyed!

YAYYYYYYYYYYYY

>.>

 

*resurrects Twinneh with dried nana powder, finger wiggling and a goat*

Omg...

 

I thought twas

 

And now I own

All your kisses in a candy jar

 

Makes moar sense and sounds better rawrawrawr

BLIP

Bleep 

Bloop