A Cliche Is Everything You've Ever Heard

Inside Every Human Being, There Is Unlimited Time And Space.

What Was Beauty Unless You Intended To Use It, Like A Hammer, Or A Key? It Was Just Something For Other People To Use And Admire, Or Envy, Despise. To Nail Their Dreams Onto Like A Picture Hanger On A Blank Wall. And So Many Girls Saying, Use Me, Dream Me.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

Love Could Never Bloom In A Concrete Block Room.

I Felt Beautiful But Also Interrupted. I Wasn't Used To Being So Complicated.