Jungle-UrbanWarrior

let's ditch the airway and fly high, away from everything we'll paint rainbows from up there and catch the stars and collect them in crystal jars we'll wear dresses made of dreams and breathe the air that sorrow created (we'll make the sorrow something good) lets use those broken hearts (tape them up, stitch with safety pins) and use them to pin point our map x x x if you ever cried, your tears would become amethyst they'd be shining, and bright, and beautiful and we would bury them (maybe something wonderful will grow in their place) x at four in the morning we just might go and gaze at tokyo lights (once the sun came,