I'll be your little golden girl, with painted eyes and small smiles at their best. keep hanging on. your nimble fingers track paths on my shoulders that beat a quiet comfort through my coldest emotions. I enjoy the hum of the computer screen at night when no one's speaking to me. it says "You're okay" when I need it. my finger tips are surely numb ( Read more... )

"We are nothing more than your favorite damage. We are your favorite tarnish to correct. We are the flaws that stand out in your mind and cause your disgruntled state. We are the imperfections that sleep so sound at night when we cause your pathetic lack of sleep. We are golden, though. We are that one in a million that just so happened to know ( Read more... )

I'm waiting to here your speakers pulse out a brand new rythym.
But in the end, 'difference' is the new cliche.

my blood runs through my veins like bad news runs from the TV.

I am not bad news with worse intentions.
I am not a girl with horrid ideas.
I am not a dreamer.
I am gold.

The apathetic side of me is a lie.

I'm hopeless ( Read more... )

You're a bad habit. one that needs to be dropped fast, and I can't turn back.
I can't stop you thought.
I can't quit you, even if you quit me first.

Tell me what I want to here.
But don't believe a single thing that comes from my vocal chords.

I spill my heart to those who will listen. Those who will keep my heart locked in their minds. Those who can get me in serious situations. Those who never care. Those who's faces will wrinkle with concern, and sympathetically say their apologizes, and press their bodies to mine in a hug in hopes to crush the troubles between their arms and hearts ( Read more... )