RadioRose

There's this girl. (Cliché beginning, I know, but everything must begin one way or another.) She's beautiful- (barely cliché, but only barely because it's true) And kind- (but who's to say that isn't cliché as well?) And witty- (now she's sounding like she just stepped off the silver screen) And she has hair of golden gossamer that, once you look at it, draws you in so you absolutely can't look away- (the most cliché thing of all.) But, hey! I'm a cliché too. I'm the classic nerd. I've got the glasses- (come on, it's the most iconic cliché image of our kind) the bookish attitude- (no, liter

Fear is the drug inside us,   Which all our bodies crave   And just hate simultaneously,   For it sends us to our graves. Fear is the beast in our hearts,   For when it’s woken up,   No thing controls its rampage, And it charges over us. Fear is the silken shadow   That lures us in with wit   Before it swallows us alive   With deadly skill and grit. Fear is the rush of winter   Just underneath our skin;   It cools us off at first, but then   We’re frozen deep within.