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[22 Nov 2004|08:20pm] |
rip off my layers until you see me raw;
put me on display and watch my heart thaw.
pretty brown eyes that are hidden with naivety-
and i don't even know the way home
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[08 Aug 2004|07:39pm] |
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your eyes are deep, as deep as forever. and if i know what forever was, i'd drown in it. that way i'd always be in your eyes..
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[08 Aug 2004|07:35pm] |
you used to wish on stars
but now you wish upon the bullet-
wish you had a trigger;
wish somebody might pull it.
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[08 Aug 2004|07:34pm] |
i guess i forgot to be careful
because now you have all of me
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[02 Aug 2004|11:24am] |
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tears for fears- head over heels |
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i've got a bad case of a swollen heart.
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[20 Jul 2004|11:53pm] |
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but that's okay, i cried your blue eyes out anyway..
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| lost and found |
[19 Jul 2004|03:09pm] |
why don't they have a lost and found
for every lover gone to waste?
lovers who still have that distinct taste
of that one kiss they remember best.
the one that ripped the heart from their chest
and threw it with all of its strength.
the pieces are strewn across the room,
but you're still singing that one same tune
that you'd go to forget at any length.
and if hearts are for free, were you lying to me?
because this one has been degraded;
it's color slightly faded.
and it's forever lost in this pile of debris.
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[16 Jul 2004|03:04pm] |
..Wait (6-18-04)
i hate how you're everything i need,
you stare at me and i can't breathe.
i'd do anything just to breathe again
but i won't until you tell me when
because i'm only alive when you ask me to be.
and i think i maybe love you.
..wait.
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[16 Jul 2004|03:01pm] |
Now my feeling is back to numb,
And it's just the way I like it.
Singing this song to your deaf ears.
Because D Minor brings out all of your fears
While playing your game of roulette
Didn't you know my eyes were set
To a key of counterfeit rapture?
They reflect upon the shardsof glass
Which give a faint resemblance to my past
And don't know whose heart they might capture.
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[16 Jul 2004|02:58pm] |
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blank |
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coheed and cambria- cassiopeia |
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somehow my chest is chained to yours
and it sinks with every word you say.
tell me to leave,
ask me to stay.
feel my heart weaken with every day.
you know i'm just your paper doll;
i'm always bending,
and slightly torn.
just keep using me like your puppet,
but my strings are becoming worn.
and my hands are getting stronger
from this constant pulling at your heart.
i've been working piece by piece
and soon i'll have this to an art.
mold your thoughts
and mend your eyes
take away your subtle lies
get it to a science and then maybe this can start.
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[13 Mar 2004|11:25pm] |
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hopeful |
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mclusky- to hell with good intentions |
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So here's my heart, now break it in two
And fill up my head with memories of you
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[09 Feb 2004|09:56pm] |
so i'm going to just sit here and pretend that
i was worth all of the memories you made for me
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[23 Jan 2004|04:27pm] |
just wanted to thank you for shattering my heart,
because i didn't want it anyway.
so auction it off and sell it in pieces;
it will be your masterpiece someday.
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[17 Jan 2004|04:03pm] |
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these memories are stuck in my head like a bad song.
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[21 Dec 2003|01:28am] |
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what would you do if i told you i needed you
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[19 Dec 2003|04:10pm] |
you know, the things you don't want to remember at all
are the things you always remember the most.
like that night you said 'i love you.'
hell, i even thought it meant something,
but nothing means anything anymore.
i should have listened to your eyes instead.
those charming blue eyes,
they were covered in lies.
yet i still can't seem to get them out of my head.
and i've still been waiting up by the phone
just in case you change your mind.
(i have a feeling i'll be waiting for a few forevers,
but then again a few forevers would be worth the wait.)
and now i know what they mean when they talk about heartbreak
and how it never really goes away.
the nights spent in your clutch;
moments that mean too much.
now i wish i would have just asked you to stay..
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[08 Dec 2003|10:29am] |
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straylight run- mistakes we knew we were making |
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and maybe next time i'll have the strength to say
that i really.. truly.. am not okay..
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| your blue eyes sing me lullabies |
[24 Nov 2003|08:24pm] |
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oasis- wonderwall |
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your blue eyes
penetrate me
to the point of no return;
they seep into
my hollowness
(the hollowness that you yearn)
your blue eyes
whisper me lullabies
that haunt my heart for days;
they sing myself
to sleep each night
(you and your beautiful ways)
and your blue eyes
give me a nothingness
that you sometimes like to call dreams;
maybe they'll even catch me
because i'm slipping (slowly)
in through your seams
-me-
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