please hold the tips of my fingers
and don't say anything
keep me from spilling all of me
just don't let go.
for a few hours
because too much can never be enough
and i hope when we're together we can be okay with always wanting more. and maybe i can help you find it
and ...when i start to drown
just hold my head under
you know i'd do the same for you
he asked me, "do you wish on stars?"
his eyes are brown. with some green and gold and rust. i used to drown in them. now it's about his mouth.
i told him, "you stole my heart and now i have to ask for it back."
i saw, i conquered, then i came.
laughing as i moan your name
falling through the purple ceiling
rolling as i lose the feeling
flashing lights, my head stops spinning
never losing, ever winning
i started to wonder how much of it was a lie
and how much do i want to be true?
Hi! :D Hehe yeah I haven't been keeping very good track of my entries.
That is so .. freakin ... awesome ... :D You're a very talented writer.
Pees. ~*Kristina
P.S. I'm gonna add you as a friend so that I don't forget anymore! LoL
I read "secular", and that reminds me of what the Vampire Lestat says in Blackwood Farm and Blood Canticle. That he wants to be a saint. yeah.
celebrity, someday that would be nice.
if it wasnt yours i would have stolen what you said about eyes with gold, because its great
oh believe it..i never lie...people could learn some things from you..you'd be surprised..
interesting...very interesting...and odd
uh huh...backstage rocks!!!!1can't believe i just said rocks...so umm..yea..this pc's fuct, it's a school comp so that could be why...i love your poetry...you're talented.... :o)
later i guess...
I'd like to talk to you...if you don't object to it. Add me whenever you feel like it, if you ever do. :o)
tragedy_personified@hotmail.com
i love ur poem is so beautiful
yeah sometimes there is no other escape to this horrible reality but today was a good day.
thanks for ur comment
I would love to talk to you online. Which messenger do you have?
The phone call would be the worst hurdle. I'm scared of them. It doesn't matter who I'm talking to, it just scares me. When I'm made to answer the home phone I stand there and shake, not wanting to pick it up...I'm a wimp.
Don't worry I won't. Wow, I feel loved! (and of course special) lol. ;-)
ok then, never mind. U at home yet
what do you mean by arg?
there isnt really that much to miss.
fuck. im lost too
this is like trying to impress to the smart kid at the expense of intelligence
maybe you know what i mean...
im confused too
the pictures.
i talk to much about drugs i dont even remember.
it must not have been important
and the pictures are great
i feel like a jackass.
hah thanks
and i will get msn before long.
i heard that before, about the drugs.
apparently its a common feeling