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what do you make of me?

Can you seeThatDespite the mistakes I've madeIn searching for perfectionIn your eyesAnd losing sight of myselfYou have my heartAnd everything I am
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 14:14:00 GMT

i need a fix cause im goin down

happiness is a warm gun~ * ~ * ~ * ~* ~* ~ * ~ *~ * ~ * ~when I hold you .in.my. armsand I =feel= my finger on your triggeri know nobody can |do.me.no| harmbecause happiness is a warm gunyes it i...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 00:09:00 GMT

&at the end of the day

i'm still in love with you
Posted by on Sat, 12 May 2007 11:39:00 GMT

cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young

it's so hard when faced with a situation like this to know what to do. i'm not even talking of slight indecision, but of that frightened lost feeling. when you don't know whether to act either way, or...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 08:24:00 GMT

i know you itch

so hold me &kiss me one last time before i let you drift ask me why i'm still waiting for less than maybe all this time &you couldn't tell?
Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 10:52:00 GMT

here's to you, for what you were

Left out in the dark You find the lonely parts of man Set the sidewalks on fire In your search; Your search for what? Can't see it, can't feel it Can't tell it to the stars Smiled coldly down on you a...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 14:01:00 GMT

.fleeting.

words; words that float and bend in the breeze inside your mind. they'll never be big enough, never fill the meaning they wore inside your head.
Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 21:30:00 GMT

.speak.

ask her tospeakask her whybecoming quiethas merged into herselfask her to becomewomanfind out whereher mind turnswhere she slipsinto a sicknessfallingdrawing her towardsherselfand away from youask her...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 21:00:00 GMT

.just.words.

they're just words, you know  you'll never be free of them   and they'll never mean anything even as they bloom in your skull...  they clash and fade as they spill from your brain don't...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:30:00 GMT