I’m going to start this in the middle Somewhere in between the color of your eyes And my long awaited dream Things seem so similar I think that I knew this before After the several times we tried we still wanted more I awoke in the morning to the soft smell of your skin You opened your eyes Hello... How are you??? Would you like to come in???…
What if I could just sit here and blink the words away? Will you pour yourself back into my mouth like in the days when we were teenagers? You resisted the taste so long before I had you. You used to melt into my hands on the days when it was cold. But that is all over now…
Scents remind me of that day we first met. Your lip-gloss, Chap Stick Smells just as fresh as the day that I first tasted your lips, Soft and sweet, When will we meet again? I ended with you telling me not to go. You ask, why can’t I just stay? There’s just so much more of the world too taste And, I’m just not full yet today…
I used to suck in caffeine and nicotine And all of the teenager that I could get out of a girl like you…
Most of the time I’m clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground, I can follow the path, I can read the signs, Stay right with it when the road unwinds, I can handle whatever I stumble upon, I don’t even notice she’s gone, Most of the time. Most of the time It’s well understood, Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could, I can make it all match up, I can hold my own, I can deal with a situation right down to the bone, I can survive, I can endure And I don’t even think about her Most of the time. Most of the time My head is on straight, Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate. I don’t build up illusion ‘til it makes me sick, I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick. I can smile in the face of mankind. Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time. Most of the time She ain’t even on my mind, I wouldn’t know her if I saw her, She’s that far behind. Most of the time I can’t even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was with her. Most of the time I’m halfway content, Most of the time I know exactly where it went, I don’t cheat on myself. I don’t run and hide, Hide from the feelings that are buried inside. I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend, I don’t even care if I ever see her again Most of the time. -Bob Dylan
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my father (he's the man), my mom (she is stronger than anyone that I know), my sister (for being an amazing friend and an inspiration to my life), Jeanette Winterson, Ani Difranco. "I owe my life to the people that I love"-AD