WinterOne more winter simply has to pass, And one more time I have to remember to forget, About the air blowing into your open window, About your hand on my heart, About my head on your chest. Why couldn't we have had a summer romance? Why must it have started in the dead of winter, With the dry air outside like ashes in our throats, And the cold wind like a whip around our hearts. I still feel like you know my entire insides, Like you actually breathe to the beat in my chest. Or at least just remember me when you sleep. Years pass quickly when you just count winters, AndWinter
Untitled 1I've forgotten how to write, As words escape me, and all i'm left with is a strange, sick and repulsive anger. My mouth is bitter with distaste, my mind, heavy with smoke. Why hasn't time healed everything? Years of constant pain has pulled me down, Pulled me apart, and I watch you sit there with your pen and paper, trying to do just the same. Yet how can I tell you what I feel, When my eyes are too heavy, my breathing - too deep, to speak the words I can't get out. Do you want me to break down? Do you want me to cry? It's funny isn't it, &nbUntitled 1
TiredEverybody says that time heals everything, But no one ever bothered, To specify how long, Just how damn long it would take, For you to turn and go. I asked you a hundred times already, To please close the window, shut the door, But you insist on keeping them cracked, So that maybe, if you’re lucky, I might slowly freeze to death.Tired
My heart is so sick, Of all your constant beatings, I’m not made of metal, You can’t bend me till I break.
I’m only a piece of temporary matter, Just a figure of dust, Here for one minute,
Warm Winter NightsWe are so far from where we’ve been, That I can’t even remember what we used to laugh about, On a warm winter day, Down by the soccer stands at night, Where we would sit and watch, As the fireflies crowded around the lights, And took pictures of each other, With our hair in messy horse tails. Now we’re a fleeting hello, A shaky goodbye, A “how’ve you been?” With no actual intention of listening, So that we could continue with our new friends, And forget that we were sisters, And forget about all the mornings we slept in, AftWarm Winter Nights
My Bones Are TiredI flipped close the lid of my suitcase. The same one I had closed three hundred and thirty-five timesMy Bones Are Tired
before.
You say you miss me. You call to check up on me. You hug me so tightly when we greet that it widens the crack in my ribs.
And as I close my suitcase, your eyes fill with tears
late summer
I'm back.
Optimism
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"And one must be danced with, at all costs."
-Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind
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This is the stickiest situation since Sticky the Stick insect got stuck on a sticky bun.
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You, you have a face for fashion,
For style in the place of passion,
A rose in the garden.
Thanks tons for the favorite. I appreciate it.
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"And one must be danced with, at all costs."
-Rhett Butler, Gone with the Wind
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This is me giving up,
And trust me not to cry,
Baby you’ve made me so numb,
I can’t feel to try.
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Hussey by name Hussey by nature
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This is me giving up,
And trust me not to cry,
Baby you’ve made me so numb,
I can’t feel to try.
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| =hoogathy | *Irish-Baby |
|*iPhotograph | ~Nature-Club | *canada-club |
i wanted water but i'll walk through the fire
if this is what it takes to take me even higher
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This is me giving up,
And trust me not to cry,
Baby you’ve made me so numb,
I can’t feel to try.
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