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the result can be
a loser who can't tell the difference between a hug and a threat a promise and a bribe a relationship and a hostage situation
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dry it up
how I cringe when I think of those words he's in the front seat i'm sobbing in the back d r y i t u p if only i could if only that would fix everything if i could dry it up i would little pink mini-tab
half a hit and sleep washes over me benedryl induced slumber is all i get these days and midnight is way too late if i think i'm really gonna make it in the sunshine speaking of... darker mornings make for longer naps and fighting dreams incorporating bells and whistles and cuckoo clocks to justify five more minutes... ssnnnnnzzzzzzzzzzz missyou i'm everything,
but i mean everything, you thought you'd lost but you can't have me i am unavailable to you out of your reach not what you need not black not white not yes not no far beyond tomorrow not quite reaching yesterday i'm all of it all that escaped you every remembrance of a cigarette smoked and crushed and embers glowed every instance of a page read and crushed and plots thickened every morning of a glass of milk spilled and crushed and tears shed every flutter of a brown eye winking and crushed and blinking back tears every dream reflecting tomorrow into yesterday every thought reflecting me into you i've got what you lost are you looking are you missing are you there? how many blemishes do you have?
aside from this one on my chin there is you and my twenties and that one stop sign ticket because the rest have fallen off of my record and the one on my chin is clearing up really by tomorrow you won't even be able to see it when i get high
i think i can fly and i am so afraid i will shoot for the stars and end up in a heap in a broken pile a mess that no one can pick up having imitation safety bits is
better than facing the world buck naked, spilling coffee and baring an injured soul. when i thought i knew who you were
i couldn't get enough of your ranting and goofy grins now that i know you are who you are i don't know if i can keep you because when you make me smile sorta i feel betrayed stars and buckets
buckets and stars he is not here he's overthar 'roun the corner smokin' cigars stars and buckets buckets and stars ever been there?
yep. been there. you lied. motherfucker. there was no where you could have been there was no where you could have gotten it machines twirl bells whistle patrons shriek why lie? | Beth Anne, Authortthrows metal with mittens on in the dead of winter listening to the cold as it echoes down the streets and into her bones. consecrated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, navigating these streets and figuring out this GPS, and trying real hard to reach Sainthood. failing miserably every day. trying again every tomorrow. ArchivesFebruary 2011 CategoriesAll |
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