love pull your sore ribs in, I will pull your tangles out

Apr 14, 2003 15:59

Most of us speak of love as a tangible thing. We almost protect it like a best friend that’s in a war of sword throwing. We defend its honour, and its purity… just like it was the one we actually cradled at night. Either that or we curse its name and wished we could find the bastard again so we could make it feel the same pain we did. But the truth ( Read more... )

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sara_quin April 14 2003, 19:05:07 UTC
Heeeeey...that's my song.

You're just trying to boost my ego, aren't ya? Seriously, I get this a lot....this song is some sort of weird infatuation for everyone that's ever mentioned it. Maybe this is because it's mine...but....I don't get it? *laughs* but then, maybe I'm not supposed to get it hey?

Funny how those early winters come when they're least welcome...

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marc_blucas April 14 2003, 22:28:07 UTC
Nice to see an entry from you. I really hope at some point I can hear you sing live, as I'm interested in it from what I've heard downloaded off my computer. But I guess it won't be any time soon, there's not any Texas date for next month. ;)

Oh, and I loved your first passage about love.

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