Memories Like Knives
Date: Sep 11th, 2004 3:18:10 pm - Subscribe
Mood: detached
Listening To: Green Like Looking Good by Ache:Emelie
Theres not much going on right now. Im bored. My ex-g/f text mess. me at 8 this morning because she couldnt fall back asleep. She usually texts me late at night when she cant sleep and she'll usually fall asleep after a few minutes of texting. she's so beautiful. (oh yea, she wants me back, i know it). Here's something I dont understand - I asked her if she had another boyfriend, twice i asked, and both times she said "is it any of your business??". i said " no, i was just wondering!?". She never answered. so what the f!?! is she trying to make a statement or prove something?? like its rocket science!? am i missing something?? Maybe im just a typical guy and dont see between the lines. "...There are certain things I promised never to let you know, Like, your silly way of keeping me on the edge of my seat. I'm Miserable and your just getting started." i dont know. - So I received a cd that i purchased from a band called Ache:Emelie....its so awesome! i love the vocals very gritty and original. im still bored.....
"...cross my heart and hope to..."
Xendx
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Beauty Follows No Lines
Date: Sep 10th, 2004 4:58:47 am - Subscribe
Mood: poetic
Silencer by MewithoutYou
"Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
As I don't do too much smiling these days.
She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had," she says,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."
We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
That space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.
My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how muchmore of this pretending to be strong?
When she stands before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you'll hear her call
"You brought me here, now take me home."
its brilliant.
Goodnight frail messenger.
xendx
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