Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The silence isn't so bad, til I look at my hands and feel sad,
Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.
I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in two days,
Because cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you I don't feel so alone
As many times as I blink, I'll think of you tonight
And I'll forget the world that I knew, but I swear I won't forget you.
Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past,
I'd whisper in your ear, "oh darling, I wish you were here."
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
"And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for him."
I'd like to be snuggled up in bed with a nice boy, sharing small talk and getting my back tickled.
Nothing lover-like, just interesting, and comfy.
I'd like for someone to draw on me with a biro, tattoos that I'd never get.
Yeah, that'd be nice...