it slipped right throughit's not sane of me to spend endless hoursit slipped right through
with silence as a friend and
half truths as hope and
thinking; thinking of answers to solutions to, questions i never knew in the first place and you,
just you.
it feels like im missing. missing the second half to the 'best friends' locket, and knowing the disspointment of ended converations when there wasn't enough time to say "i miss you". it has the feeling of air next to you when you're just not there.
your smile just isn't fair it tugs at the little heart strings i have left to lose,
Locked DoorsI’m losing all the opportunities that are knocking at my door and I don’t think I mind it at all.Locked Doors
I’m happy where I am, please don’t try and tell me to go
please..
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I think it's ok, with everything I’m doing I’m trying to get you to open up your door, deadbolt and chain locks, please, let me in
your beauty is your disaster
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I want to let you know your worth everything every missed call,
opportunity; knock.
cause I wont give up on you I swear,
books, lies and the truthi tell people i don't write anymore and the charcoal papers i'm throwing out doesn't mean anything because the girl sitting at her desk with a book, being herself, is never going to be satisfiedbooks, lies and the truth
because the world is cruel and familiar and people you love leave in the end and you can't stop it
she tells people lies to make them smile because it makes her happy to see people smile
when she can't remember how but I’m sure , they won't see the difference between the two
and maybe it's better that way because making people happy and smiling is
At a lossthis room is like our haven like the creases and intertwined fingers.At a loss
it is where lies and hope
stand still and are dismissed
"isn't it werid how people can go through so much and still be standing?"
i can tell you one thing about that sentence, its true and it hurts and i cant even look you in the eye.
it seems out of place here,
coming from your gentle lips.
you jus say it casuality while playing with my hair.
"hmm, maybe its shock that keeps them standing
or maybe the fight to keep going?"
i jus want to keep resting,
damn.you sit, staring at cracks in white walls. lyrical memoriesdamn.
repeat and your only thoughts are of this summer –
how on diving boards, you hesitate before
jumping; how on friday nights
you reject
drunken bonfires for a hole you dug
in the sand
to hide from noise;
how red 'x's are scratched
on papers, crumpled
and left in corners
and how turning right
isn’t always possible.
jungian dreamsi used to thinkjungian dreams
dreams were those strange
broken images that psychologists hold up to the light, pinning limbs down with dull needles.
after i met you, dreams became
the taste of your
breath the moment it
passes between
your parted lips,
but not a second before,
or after.
my skin curled
back, shivering quivering, and begging more,
more,
more,
please.
my eyes blind with sudden sight searching the brilliance
Dear you
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Whats up?
But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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A 'Whatever, bitch' and a one-eighty back to study hall, and we could have had something.
-Jackie Cook
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Lord, beer me strength.
-Jim Halpert, The Office
but it doesn't mean i'm not thankful.
<3
my peoms might not be great, but i am trying.
tell me what you think
thanks
♥ S.Elizabeth
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this is See You Later, im not into Goodbyes
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