The best and the worst of me at the same time. Make a tin cans with strings to you, let. you know I really mean it all. And the more I say it the more.
I used to think, "I've never been through it,. the deaths and stuff that make us old enough.". Old enough to love a boy whose name. I still don't know. We traded voices,.
Believe this as you convalesce. I'm seasick. I'm bleeding from open sores. Four days ago, you said soon. That we'd hit shore. . That I find it hard. It's so hard.
It wore him down; his head was hanging sideways,. his lids were slits.. This happened almost nightly now.. He raised the gloves and waited for another round..
"I know you" she said. "You're that guy from my TV. You're that guy who killed all those kids". We got off to a pretty good start. . Oh, boy, look what we've won.
Never won a medal for bravery. Never won a medal for tact. Never thought 'the truth' would enslave me. turn me into something too close to a liar. I'm joining the circus, I'm going away.
The birds would laugh at Job, their song would torture him. Always, a steady rain fell, soaking and chilling him. He could always see a dry, light place on the horizon.
Blessed be. Messed up me. Should I feel different? Was I. Crying to get my face wet. . To discern what I did from what I thought. It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got.
I am not to blame (I was just a little girl).. I am still ashamed in a way.. But you never said you were just a little girl;. you can always call my name..
You're one of a kind, smooth and sublime. a hella cool dude, a wonderful guy. So what is it like to be liked, to be right, all of the time?. And every time I wander by.
There is a love. Doesn't flower, doesn't die, doesn't follow. Doesn't try, doesn't worry, doesn't cry. I know why. Bare in her innocence. Bare in her mystery.
You're like kissing lipstick. You're pasty, warm and dry. You're boring, you bore me. You're such a boring guy. . At first, I kinda liked it. The way it oozed out of your mouth.
Too much time spent thinking of ways to die. Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes from the sun. I'll try to be more open in my hope for our time. Blur the lines dividing what is ours and what is mine.