Here she is again, she's tired of all those high heels and low expectations.  A road to a thousand and one places, and she'll always pick the past. 
"Slow down a little, you're going to fast.."
I'm stuck in a daze and such a sucker for letdown.

I miss giggling. I miss being cute.
I hate being sick. I hate being so lethargic.
One day I'll write a real entry and surprise you all.
But not today.

When the hell did you stop having to use HTML on here? Craziness

She said "I'm not ready," and I told her, "No one ever is."
My mind keeps flashing to what-mights and I can't help but feel like I'm the only one who can persuade her. There's a star shinning over Seattle tonight, a flash of hope in a city blur.
The lines wont rhyme but isn't that so fitting?

I'm lost in a blur of silence, I'm lost in a million words to say. It's the realization of the world ending, killing me as it kills her. And that's so selfish. So stupidly selfish.

In the simple things you find my smile, but when I cover you in sticky bubbles you aren't as amused.

Black words on white, every past line screams at me tonight. "They say everyone tares somebodies heart out someday,"
But it's my own I'm killing.
I long for love and thirst for desire, but I ask myself how can I get much higher?
This could get deadly fast.

I am tired, I am sick. I am dizzy and unpredictable. So says the leaves falling off the trees, a warm glow against the cold sky. When everything comes together, that is when it happens. The train wreck; the shock that wipes that content smile off your face ( Read more... )

Mold out a perfect impossible dream, and she'll always fall for it.
Tell her each rib is a gift, and she'll die for it.
Tell her you love her and want to be with her, and she'll call you a liar.
Welcome to loving me.

Excuse me please, can you tell me what could possibly be the matter? In the morning she's a smile but by night time she's a shatter. He'll always say she's the best, but whats the point in believing the truth when you can die on all the rest?
"Are you losing weight?"
You always ask the questions just a little too late.

"Lets see how far we've come.."
Every note in every tune cries out into the glittering rain. Dizzy on drunk and pretending we're sober, dizzy on drunk and pretending it was never over. Lingering words are like butterfly kisses; sometimes the soft hurts worse in the end.
 "But oh well darling, I guess we're going to pretend.."
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