Experimenting

There is this girl walking, the streetlights shining warm while people are smiling friendly, whom she does not know, but feels like she could. A puddle reflects the existence she is tied to, comforting to know who’s behind the face on the ground. Non the less, there is no way for puddle girl to find her way out, she’s puddle girl, after all.

Make me your doll and I’ll take it, make me your friend and I’ll be happy as well but there is nothing genuine left for me, you are here because you don’t want to be alone and I lost my self trying to impress you

I’d do anything for a gun hmu

A burn wich is growing over time, the urge to flee is consuming my thoughts steaming out of my ears invisibly