F************CK!

It has come to my attention that in one of my previous posts I have a typo. (It's "Well Thought Out Twinkles" not "Well Thought Out Wrinkles", God im useless)
And normally I'd take five seconds out of my friggin day to go and change it and proceed to live my life without care.
BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Blogger decides to go all FUCKING CUNTY on my ass and won't let me edit my previous posts
Now it's gonna bug me forever
I'm not OCD, I just don't listen to a song called "well thought out wrinkles"! I mean like WTF is that right??
So I'm gonna be pissed off at blogger until they make it so that I can edit previous posts once again

And that is my Monday afternoon grievance.

Anthony, believe me

You ask me what I think
When I think of you
I lay on my back
The sky my field of view
In the face of saint
A sinner, I stare
Draw a blank in my mind
Let it flow through my hair
Find a nook in my brain

Where memories collide

Draw paper and pen

And let ideas slide

All you get is a poster

With images unclear
Metaphors for a life
As shaky as a year
But you are the paint
A meer artist I feel
Slapping on rich coats of colour
To make ideas real
But you ARE real
The truth 'till you die
No one listens to words anymore
Pens and paper and canvas can lie
So don't ask for my answers
The feelings I describe you can't collect
But the sky is bright and we're all smiles
And I think that you are perfect

Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh

Where Soul Meets Body