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Seventeen cover I'll say now, I messed up on a word :P

I wanna do something cool

Alright, so I'm a senior this year, and I wanna do something exponentially cooler to prompose to my best friend. not a cheap little poster board, or a pizza; I wanna make her something she won't forget. We're nowhere near in a romantic relationship, but she is literally the sweetest, most compassionate person I know ,and I wanna give her something as grand and as beautiful as she is. Here's my thing: I wanna write and claymate her a promposal video with original lyrics and handmade claymation. I'm gonna do everything, but all I need from you guys is another perspective, some insight , some advice , and some little tricks so I can pull this off for my best friend. Hope to hear some good suggestions , because honestly, I've never written a proper song or even claymated a thing, so the little bit of support and suggestion into the right way would be great.

The wisps of love

It’s like a haunting, every trinket, every verse, makes it feel like the house is cursed.

The walls look the same, but the vibe has changed.

Dreams of you whispering in my ears, I jolt up to wipe my tears.

It’s like grieving the dead, yet you’re alive, sometimes I feel nothing, other times it’s like you’ve died.

The glimpses of us: former you and me, paint a portrait I knew but now cannot see

Melancholy pangs my heart, but the feelings fade

Overtime the wisps of love will do the same

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Passing through

I see you staring from the street Our eyes at a brief meet It's not like we could speak For words utterance makes us weak It's been awkward since then You trying hard to become a man You're praying hard not to falter Wish I could scream it from an alter I've tried to move passed this Every person since being a miss I can't help but wonder If you've had as many blunders We've changed, but not enough Feel like without you, I've gotten tough Out exteriors so soft and sweet But the chill in my chest gives me cold feet Talking again would be really nice But a person like you doesn't take that vice Instead we'll stand here across the street Running from each other without a second beat

New haircut , I really like hats too

An uneven heart

It started with I like you Words we wouldn’t regret And we knew exactly who We meant when we first met

Time rolled into place The words grew weaker I could see your face But questioned why the words grew meeker

My faith in you is dying The brain and heart collide When all of me is trying For my love to not subside

I don’t want to cry Or at least I’ll try

I want stop hating you Because I don’t want to say Adieu

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I'll smooth out the face BUT it's a start

The king or fool?

Pant pant, each breath I draw makes me weary, the nightking coming up from below,

All by my sights got me reeling,

Where in the hell do I go?

The wretched plains, the sturdy wind

Toss me up and down

With the nightking coming, and everyone running, up the hill we go up and abound

His face as flat as a wall

A maw entirely made of fangs

His crown quite crooked and oh so lurid

In motion when he hunts his men

The pits of us commonfolk crushed

With every swipe he takes down with his hands

They gash they reap, sow and keep

The souls of those going up the way

With labored breathing, I’ve touched the top

A hill no one’s ever truly climbed

The nightking gawks with his beedy eyes

Churning up my insides

His retreat is swift and vicious

I was confused and noticed what was amiss

A man utop this hill so high

There’s no way I could ever get down

In a way I’ve become the king of the hill

I sewed what I worked on and reaped all the more

But alone on this hill of emptiness

Makes me a fool for running up with no friends no less