The crush is back. (the crush never left) |
It's a title wave.It keeps me up most nights, crashing against my bed.You go down in my stories and histories of novel love.Your kiss sends electric currents through my veins and deep into my bones. ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 07:33:00 GMT |
Lets have bizarre celebrations |
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Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:32:00 GMT |
Call it off. |
Call off the crush It started with my arm Across your chest It was enough There is so much That never goes away There is a crush From how our arms can weigh
Deep beneath the sheets I see another arm ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 09:31:00 GMT |
old old old/new new new |
when they sky is clouded over, and the air still warm, the last thing anyone expects is disaster..I'm finding it strange such, that people don't change much, until they're torn apart..and you will nev...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 15:50:00 GMT |
I put my hands in my pockets |
and i walked away..
Posted by on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 08:37:00 GMT |
i cant read the map you drew for me |
we walked until our feet were bloodyAnd we spoke until our ears grew warmYou felt in your heart a certain safetyWith all your goodbyes, you were finally adoredI pinned a note to your front doorIt read...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 10:20:00 GMT |
the difference between what is said and what is never said |
our talk is cheap, but the phone bill is notand how can one word mean another and why am i staying up, alone in the dark.staying in white rooms without any style, mailing letters, taking pictures (we ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 23:00:00 GMT |
she didnt know my name.. |
but i loved her all the same
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 20:11:00 GMT |
i'll melt... |
can we start this conversation over? you are looking over my shoulder to impress someone tonight. i'm dying from only listening to you, and though i smile, it's just because i want to like you. the tr...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 19:45:00 GMT |
11:11 11:11 11:11 11:11 11:11 11:11 |
9:13a.m.- i drove to the gas station near my parents house (the one next to the park you would take me to, where you would fill my shoes with sand.. and wisper in my ear "now you can never run away")....
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 14:22:00 GMT |
