hm. |
so, she has been crying for an hourher stomach hurtsher heart is racingher head is throbbing she's shakingand she thinks she really shouldn't be alone right now.
and i'm watching.
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 17:42:00 GMT |
the fire. |
so pretty. eventhough we are ashes. so fucking pretty. and it doesn't matter. we live too fast and die to live again and again and again and we pick ourselves up from the floor just to do the same thi...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 10:56:00 GMT |
quiero decirrrrrrrte.- |
baby, we are trapped forever now in resized black & white photographs. and baby, i never loved you, because a boy told me love was fake and i believed him. but i've heard him say he loves since th...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
honey |
me fuí, me fuí, me fuí. vuelvo? aveces. vuelvo? casi siempre. me fuí para volver aveces y casi siempre. mi alma te visita antes de ir y no volver. pero vuelvo casi siempre. ahora no. ahora me voy tan ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:35:00 GMT |
i was too tired then.- |
i watch myself from your eyes. i was too tired then to turn off the sun, we let it burn us while the twilight. you were too confused last night to keep just one of us, weren't you?
i'm hid...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 08:27:00 GMT |
**** |
there are dreams beyond these thoughts and words. where our languages speak through other tongues.
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
in your hands there is my heart |
it was true when i said it to you. i didn't even want to hear you breathingbut then he started to take off his clothes and i was thinking 'what the fuck is he doing?!'you have saved a lot of people be...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 14:46:00 GMT |
on woods. |
|if a child has a nightmare and cries in dark bedrooms and the mother isn't there to hear it, does it even matter at all?| some people have skeletons in their closets i just have a heart.-
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 00:39:00 GMT |
underwater well float on. |
all we can see are your bleading clothes and bone floating around in the space we used to fill. i'm trying to remind myself where i know you from but nothing is painting a picture. i was watching you ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 12:19:00 GMT |
what first attracted me to you |
he sat beside where i layi didn't notice him til i heard catching of breath he didn't notice me until i noticed himhow could i always miss |pssst i think i kissed him first|
now he's staring at the st...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 16:56:00 GMT |
