

Here's To...To all the nights I imagined there was someone just like you. To all the nights I lay awake, mesmerized by the idea that you were real. To all the nights that I wished we were laying side by side, talking till the sun rose. But then... Distance makes the heart grow fonder... Stronger... Right? Or does it give the mind a chance to wander. The heart a chance to move along. Either way... Here I am. Suspended in time. In emotion. In one sided love. And terrified that this will never stop. I can't let go. You can't... Won't... Love Me Back.Here's To...


Why can't I..When we talk The world disappears around me. Its only us. No one can touch what we have. And, I forget. Its nothing more then friendship. My greed shows. I want so bad to have you to myself. Then Im reminded. And the sting of reality floods over me. The question stands, Why cant I be happy with what I have?Why can't I..


I figure..Its sweet The Misery you bring New cracks upon the surface That run deep to the core A smile on my lips the whole time Damned if I do Damned if I don't Ya know? But I mean.. Its not so bad. I figure, There are worse things To kill me slowly And yet still make my weary heart raceI figure..


Stupid Time MachineI wish... On stars. On clocks. On dandelion seeds carried by the wind. To go back. To be there. Where I was happy. Where life made sense. I long.. Crave.. Plead to the cosmos. Just one day. Send me backwards,Stupid Time Machine
Let me relive it. Let me bottle her words. I want to trap the feelings inside. So many questions to ask. Promises to make. If only, if only. Stupid time machine.


we could split the sky.it's morning and i can feel thunder rumbling through my veins and building in my heart. the ceiling seems too large to belong just in this one room and i'm waiting for it to open up and spill quarter-sized raindrops on to the back of my eyelids. i wonder if the sound of silence still echoes the way it used to when this bed wasn't two sizes too big for just me. if i wanted to, i could roll from side to side without ever meeting any sort of resistance.we could split the sky.
but i don't want to.
i want to press my handprints into your collarbones and taste the better side of these storm clouds with electric sparks, flashing white and blue
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
Damn.
I need to work on that.
Hmmmm.
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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Masia RLZ
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~Cause we all end up in a tiny pine box
A mighty small drop in a mighty dark plot
And the mighty fine print hastens the trip to our epilogue~
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