 ...she's / hardly / what / she / seems / <3 |
| How's it going? |
Sep 24th, 2005 10:00:48 pm - Subscribe |
| This time I won't try so hard. Today, I won't watch the mirror for a spare moment that I thought I missed before I head out the door. I will make sure to sing the notes, no matter if they're right or wrong, salty or sweet, swollen or bruised. Hold my hand along with the brush sweeping along the sidewalk. Kiss my ribs and cripple my smile, and I'll look away at you in teh eyes. Roll aside another garden hose and clamber up on laundry lines with the bags of clothes meant for the Salvation Army parking lot. You take me to the paper and fold me in four. You scrape my fingernails and bite the skin, bleeding at the tips. You play trhe rusty strings on my guitarlike off key sailors, but the same tunes yours, it's yours, and it'll always be your's. We give ourselves to it, to God, to greed, to any chance to walk away from it into your back pocket. We dig deep into our wallets for a quarter, for the subway ride out of town to a car Mom's driving and the radios tuned, and the blankets in thr trunk. We'll say "Good Morning" we'll say "Good Night." Guessers will always find the right and wrong. Science will always wonder. Time will always pass. You will always you. I will always I. We'll always be young, we'll always know how to laugh. Dressed to kill // Jeans & AE henley shirt. Eargasm // Sox Gamee. |
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| mood: famished |
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| makeithurt |
September 25th, 2005 |
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| "Kiss my ribs and cripple my smile" quite good. | ||
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xbang_bang |
October 07th, 2005 |
| Thank you all =] | ||
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