halfway up the stairs

Pretty girl,  I’ll bottle up the ocean, If it fits you, And pocket the skyline In a locket for to add to your sweet charm.

From Her Poet To The Sun(Flower)

Dear Prince Charming, I find it half a shame and half a blessing that you seem to have gotten lost finding your way back to your fairytale. If I myself were versed in a fraction the charm and etiquette you seem so fluent with, I might tell you so in person - but the written word triumphs over the faults and stumbles of the spoken, for the former may be reread over and over again, so that affection and that first sight’s splendor need never end.   But the woes and wayward frettings of reaching proper chords in how I should say how you have so struck me are nothing compared to the beautiful and most softly strung notes of your visage - no, such paragon perfection as the likes of artists through the ages have attempted to capture need be addressed, and furthermore revered, and held in sweetness like a flower.. And should Cupid’s rulings of verse find me in fault, then all you need know is that you are like the golden sun - admired and glowing with warmth, pristine like the very blend of colors that surrounds a sunset. All is this, and this is all, and thus is you.

…everybody knows by now that wars are caused by money & greed & charity organizations/ the housewife is not here. she is running for congress

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