| Kisses are never safe when residue of old love is left |
[26 Oct 2003|02:36pm] |
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Poison the Well-Loved Ones |
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Last night was ashleys suprize party which was really fun. Not as many people as i thought showed but i still had a great time being with everyone. everyone was drinking sherly temples and i had my batmans. i fought stew in the bathroom and i bouve beat me up but i laughed the whole time. me and shannon got to do some talking which we havent done in a long time. my parents went to go see saliva last night and they where nice a brought me home a few picks, with a very nice bass pick. =o). it was a good night. and today i was planning on going to the movies but for some stupid reason im no longer allowed to go. oh well im done.
This morning when I awoke from the cushioned coils,
eyes pouring their little hearts. It didn't feel normal waking here
religiously,
thinking the same black thoughts.
As always you weren't lying next to me,
with that smirk on your face right then.
Were you giving me the images constantly flickering.
I'll take the advice passed down.
I see you on your side, bad luck.
Starlit nights when I awoke from the cushioned coils,
eyes pouring their little hearts. It didn't feel normal.
Nightmares stop reality, thinking the same black thoughts.
And this is the last time I'll be confused or compromise my emotions.
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| I'll fade with time, just like in the dream. |
[26 Oct 2003|09:17pm] |
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well today was a good day. i went and worked and got an easy 20 bucks today, did a little food shopping and the eagles won =o). tomorrow is unfortanitly school but oh well. just another boring day. oh well ill leave you with a bedtime song.
Not within arms length
I'd sever the stars from the sky
and place them in your hands
if I thought another wish they'd see the light of day
but you stand beyond the sun
Beyond the reach of just a friend
maybe if i grew wings maybe if you lost yours
these words would flow like water
if you'd let them scrape your heart
Not with in arms length
embedded within my concise effort
a silent cry I receive no comfort
and as I collapse we remain nothing more than friends
As I hold my breath a throat full of cement
I'm disgusted by repetition I accept this curse
of friendship your friend friendship
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