:: 2005 16 June :: 12.04 pm

so i'll just sit here and wait for that certain absolution.
a song sweeter than what i've been singing.
i'm just a girl with big eyes waiting for the right time.
lockets and make believe is what i'm made of.
common sense never suited me that well.
that's what makes me beautiful.
don't you see it? it's as simple as the way i bat my eyes.
CAN YOU SEE ME OUT OF THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE.

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:: 2005 13 June :: 10.56 am

so this is what we've become.
early morning specials with tears in our eyes.
i can't act this well, i'm too in love.
words don't sound real, some other girl you must have known.
i thought i gave you everything.
i can't believe my silly dreams. me and you.
tissue, please.
my tongue is bleeding in anticipation of me telling you everything.
don't you want to know who i am.
a girl of wonders, you never bothered to know.
i wouldnt show you.
stoned away from here, i want to let you see.
won't you wipe the tears from these broken eyes and know that this time it's real.
this time you feel it don't you.
you remember what it feels like to love.
i can show you so much more.




am i still on your mind before sleep?

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:: 2005 12 June :: 2.19 pm

little girl, remember what it feels like.
no one looks at you like that. they'll never look how he did.
those eyes. that's all i can say. over and over. blue, how convinient.
every note, from those songs. you know the beat like my heart does.
the way we sang along, fingers holding on.
were we holding on to anything?
in vain, baby.
i'm as lost as i have been. my map face is giving in.
you were my only direction.
along back roads with starry looks in our eyes.
how long have you lived without your stars?

there isn't any hope for us is there.


there is hope forus there is distance between you and i......














i've never felt broken...

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:: 2005 12 June :: 9.50 am

i can't take down the pictures around my room.
i can't put 2 years of my life in a little box to collect dust.
you were so much more than that.
remember the pictures from the mall, we kissed and it fit.
silly little drawings from our pizza shop, i'll never step foot in again.
my heart is breaking baby, and i can't stop the tears.
i can't even write, my poorest attempt right here.
i just need to get some burn out of my skin,
when did you the "iloveyou's" become so hollow.
i have so much to ask you.
the way i danced with your eyes at prom, can you fake that feeling.
love is never gonna feel the same.
those eyes. you know exactly what i'm talking about. i can't even think about the nicknames.
i break down. please never whisper those to another girl. they are ours. at least givee that.
how can one person do so much to me.
everything.
what about the science musuem and little camping trips.
i have to rearrange my life, and i can't remember how.
please give something....anything.

you were my everything

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:: 2005 9 June :: 9.19 am

so this is how it's gotta be.
pretend between you and me..
you said so yourself, we're too old for secrets of that caliber.
maybe if it was a different time.
maybe if you could hear things straight, we wouldn't want it so bad.
so i put on my fake smile and nod along with the game.

iwon'tbedisqualified.

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:: 2005 8 June :: 7.44 pm

sun scorched cheeks and wild colored eyes ignate. a moment of true restlessness echo through their bodies. finding a way to persue a happiness. at any length, they strench torn hands for a shake. guilable numbs their fingertips. >we never take what we need, we take what we want.< it's that answer to their question. life was meant to burn, burn into every beautiful emotion they convey. instruments, we whisper. realizing is everything. so again they write their silly little poems and their silly little songs, making bad be beautiful in the harmonious words of brilliant. my little flower children, the mirror doesn't lie, this is who we are. tiny marks and numbered freckles speak a message lounder than these words.

hear me now?

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:: 2005 8 June :: 1.01 am

this is what it's come to. the sight of my back and the sound of me running away. i wasn't born with super powers and that's my weakness, you.

but i'm smiling.

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:: 2005 7 June :: 11.48 pm

hopes made of harlem and plastic gold. our walk shakes the core. created to be blunt. that's where real magic is hidden my little alone lady. inside groves of fallen petals and the realization we could make it. a place that knows it's bling. high signs with low intentions, we'll make the best of all the trinkets. that's what explorers do. so strap on your confidence and here we go. let the dynasty begin. a million miles there. along the tatooed city's lips, we fall right into place.

it's all we have.

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:: 2005 6 June :: 5.47 pm

silly girl, you've grown up so wise now.
thinking you know what to say, know how to react.
your hair is still a mess, and your heart is comfortably on your sleeve. fastened by years of not settling.
ah, you hear me now. she's not closing her eyes anymore.
dressed to be remembered dancing her way through his mind, he'll always get weak in the knees.
she'll always gets weak in the will.
its funny not being that girl. she adjusts to change, but not denial.
"don't forget what we're made of..."
she always whispers.
"each other."
time to know how to react.
back to what we know, or rather don't know.

iknowyouknowme.

and that's what's scary.

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:: 2005 2 June :: 10.28 pm

when you look at me, i know you aren't fooling. you were never one to play with tears. too breakable for decent hearts. you reside as my hero.
..i've never stopped loving you...
times are changing. and we're losing hope that we aren't gonna burn together so well. we will. just wait and see. i won't let your glance fall to any floor. we were meant for so much more. don't you remember, we felt it?
summer walks. midnight talks. blur into some catchy song. i need you tonight, do you remember.
maybe it was too long. and our eyes have adjusted to our own light, don't tell me you can't see in the dark. that's what you liked about me. wasn't it? it burnt when you touched me.
i can see you already remembering. time for bed.

it's always gonna be like that.

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:: 2005 22 May :: 12.10 am

i didn't want to write.

crushed glass outlined her eye, don't make a wrong move little girl. your concequences are dire. your vision impaired. you only called to say goodnight. no need to fight. with fevor on her mind, she watched it wash away, with every lousy tear. her hands still aren't clean. still feeling the way his fingers felt entwined with hers. she lays down swallowing countless doubts. breathe in. she can taste him on her pillow. eyes shut. "tonight was just a bad one," she thought.
...
"i love you." she whispers."but you won't even notice me."
TOMORROW WAS BRIGHT. AND SHE'LL WISH ON A STAR some other time.

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:: 2005 19 May :: 10.37 pm

i feel odd today. a place i don't belong. a place all too familar. dressed up pretty, no one can see.

i don't want to do this.

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:: 2005 17 May :: 11.18 pm

Cold shoulder girl why stare at clocks. you know the time has come to give up the facade of caring. it never fit you quite well. warm whisper make the air comfortable and all too familar. how did i hurt so bad. i'll never take away the days i wished you were there. but i've gotten wise. and i've learned from the best. i know how to breath in unison. and it's ok to faulter. i've let you go.

some people..

shiny blue beads hang from wrist. just a distraction from looking you in the eye. know that i tried. a matter of holding onto what makes you laugh. melted moments into round coffee cups so you won't forget either. the jazzy beat warmed our tongues and it's safe to say, forever. and the "lady just rolled her eyes."

sjkfhaskhdfkljas. nite folks.

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:: 2005 12 May :: 9.39 pm

Propoganda to a new world, safe inside his stare. a place no heartache belongs. the weight of the world can be suddenly frozen. while small moments we share creep into our clenched fists. hidden tightly for bedtime stories.

i couldn't go anywhere with that.

new emotions. hear that calling. remmeber what it felt like? whisper softly, not too loud. you may scare yourself again.

i blame it on ADHD. i can not focus. and i then i hate it. bear with me. i'll get one good one.

spinning. we spoke words of wonder. and that was all, that was to it. being enough for goodbye. building slowly a wall between each breath. can't hear me knocking. a little girl with big expectations. waiting for the right time to answer. they never saw her like she wanted to be seen. the sight of her back. running straight into oblivion.

smokey laughter between us. no need to comment. we whisper our glances. tinted off color humor, just how we strive. brilliant and beautiful. classic as black and white. wired face and freckles, pretending it couldn't get any better. isn't that ideal? knowing left with an L, and right as in goodbye, we make changes. piles of stormy seas and forty dollar train tickets in sunhats and perfect composure. we make it our condition. catching dreams of music and lipstick, no one else really listens. returned lifelines, no one else would ever do that. the condition, brilliant and beautiful in each fingerprint.
isn't that ideal?
:)

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:: 2005 10 May :: 8.49 pm

painted some lines but it speaks only foreign tongue. never my idea, it's how i breathe. so understand. so i'll smile and you smile. let's remember moments like this. painted shells from neck and curiousity wanders through your blood. certain smiles can cause his fragile world to tumble beneath a heavy palm of regret and attitude. remain still and i'll let you unwind to the sound of soft purring from these spoken lips. words embodied with fire, unknown to this cause. we spill tarnished goods across the room. and i never thought you'd see me like that. mascara marked where we left off. sutble as a tear drop on my bottom lip. i always catch glances, remember that. but we remain untouched and unbroken. bottled up with ancient baggage writing us off. words are whispered, words aren't said. maybe it's how i breathe...

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