flowers in my notting hill tea |
smells good,,
Posted by kimberleena on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 06:28:00 PST |
stll got your toes dipped in neverland.. |
happy birthday topher x
Posted by kimberleena on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 08:10:00 PST |
elehn |
Rusty leaving the crusts of the world for someone else to consume
Sitting down, so dull in this room.
Where are my eyes?
Carried, swept away in these dull sighs.
words wont wake me up anymore
i...
Posted by kimberleena on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 03:25:00 PST |
to finish a conversation, it got me thinking |
id love to open a little beach hut shack bar thing somewhere with a sun, i love the idea of being bare foot in the sand while working
beautiful- i love that word( you can describe it only by using th...
Posted by kimberleena on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 07:50:00 PST |
tipex and lucozade are my best friends today |
i feel like someones kicking my head in repeatedly ......
somebody look after me please
Posted by kimberleena on Wed, 24 May 2006 04:23:00 PST |
back to the same room with different eyes |
back to the same room with different eyes
a year undone over two times
i like it better now x
Posted by kimberleena on Mon, 22 May 2006 04:14:00 PST |
jot it down sometimes.. |
that last time I sat next to ya
was at the top of a double decker ...bus
it was all so casual,
as we talked about nothing at all.
And thats the way its got to be
When you fall In love
Simplic...
Posted by kimberleena on Mon, 08 May 2006 08:23:00 PST |
for a weird but wonderful one |
i thought you were tougher than this little boy worth more than a torn and broken toy i thought you were more real although i suppose everybodys got a heart to steal perhaps 'thinking you were' means ...
Posted by kimberleena on Thu, 04 May 2006 09:52:00 PST |
Marmite, blood and stitches |
i feel, that by 'accident' i have stopped smoking...it feels sort of natural...occasionally i get pangs for a fag..but then they go away...im sure this is only a good thing. Ofcourse, when i have a gl...
Posted by kimberleena on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 05:25:00 PST |
stale dreams |
When its got to the point when your not living but, biding your time for stale dreams, hopes which have floated awayyour distracted by the truth. When holding a paintbrush feels foreign between ...
Posted by kimberleena on Mon, 17 Apr 2006 04:59:00 PST |
