Three White Butterflies

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it's us against the world my little liar

take two, back in the bed that i share with you take three, in the sheets that you held me

there's really no reason to refer to her as that. please just drop it

we're having a streaming party for every album until blue banisters comes out. check out the countdown streaming party thread. we're streaming honeymoon in 4 days. let's be productive

sweetie you do this to people all the time. whenever you don't get what you want you try to set up some campaign about them, i've already been informed. move on love, blue banisters is out so soon.

this is why the insiders always spill in other forums. a few of you are literally insane.

welcome to lanaboards.

they're mad bc i heard some of thunder and answered only what i could, and when people asked more i said i wasn't an insider and was attacked by the same fags who are always upset about shit on here.

this is what happened since yall are so fucking dramatic. someone asked if the lyrics changed. i said from what i heard they didnt. someone asked more questions and i said i'm not an insider and only heard a bit of the new song. THE END? what is so complicated about this?

great then use it

i really wish you would shut the fuck up honestly.

the snippet i heard is not on dbree. the problem is that ya'll act like entitled brats about this shit. i wanted to share what i knew so people would be excited and now i know NOT to do that.

A Home for a Ghost

ya'll are SO dramatic

In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names They long for something more than just soulless mind games Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight? Owls, squirrels, & troubled souls, gathering beneath the pines Or witches and wizards boiling bubbles, casting sweet spells in staggered lines? The spirits will tempt their prey, like sirens on wistful summer nights As midnight sun meets morning dew in mournful moments of paradise Calls of forgotten names echo through the dusk-filled skies And I sit here and wonder, are they alone? Do they have a place to call home?

honestly i'm looking forward to it.

In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names They long for something more than just soulless mind games Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight?

In the earliest hours of every morning, ghosts will lurk & lounge, crying out mysterious names Through the forest a dim light what curious creature will i meet tonight?

a new poem can be started! just a reminder the poem will be 10 lines in total. once a poem has been created, the next person can start the first line of a new one!

Fishing for Stars

ONE MORE LINE!

He stood up and paused staring silently under the stars He is a nocturnalist, chasing dreams is just the price he pays And the haloed Hollywood sign is staring back at him in praise Every night before, the velvet dark sky was void of any light or life Hateful now under the bleak haze of gazing Hollywood, plugged bright For sequinned stars on silver screens whose smiles wore plight He saw himself in the mirror of stars and had realized he was simply ordinary So he took a string and cast it into the sky hoping to catch something to bring him back to life

4 days till we stream the jazzy sexy masterpiece that is honeymoon