Wednesday, March 30, 2011

But most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more, till it would be terribly hard to say good-bye.

For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run, run, run, run, run!” and took off, pulling me behind her.

Sometimes, I can't remember what you look like. With all the memories we have of one another, you'd think recalling your face would be easy. But, some days, I have no idea what you look like. I just see pieces of you - like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle.

Monday, March 28, 2011

If you think that a kiss is all in the lips, c'mon, you got it all wrong, man. And if you think that our dance was all in the hips...oh well, then you do the twist. If you think holding hands is all in the fingers...grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers. Take a tip and do yourself a little service, take a mountain turn it into a mole. Just by playing a different role. Ya, by playing a different role. The boat, yah, you know she's rockin' it, and the truth well, ya know there's no stoppin' it. So what, somebody left you in a rut? And wants to be the one who's in control? But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder, how the hell can she be so cold? So now you've left, denying the truth and it's hitting in the wisdom in the back of your tooth. Ya need ta spit it out, in a telephone booth while ya call everyone that you know, and ask 'em..."Where do you think she goes?" Oh ya, whered' ya suppose she goes? So to you, the truth is still hidden, and the soul plays the role of a lost little kitten. But, you should know that the doctors weren't kiddin'. She's been singing it all along. But you were hearin' a different song.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

And I wanted to tell him that the pleasure for me wasn't in planning, or doing, or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate, and then come back together. - John Green
I always expected you to take it, and run with it - like the others did. But you didn't.
You left it, right here.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

So don't forget what I told you.
Don't come around here,
I got my own hell to raise.

oh and I wanna remember this night

and how my words never came out right

it's just my patience that keeps me alive

just like all those pretty lights

just like all those pretty lights in the sky

there's something to be said about the colors in your head

You talk to them like they're me. And soon they're gonna' catch on.

Mind games won’t work on me.
My mind’s as well as gone.

Friday, March 18, 2011

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in.
The light can get out.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

and then came the day,
when i grew tired of searching for a ghost that didn't wish to be found.

It was euphoria and back again.
The world was spinning, and it just felt right.
I was dancing in circles and thinking of you.
But you weren't there. You're never there.
And now you're lost, again.
I'll miss you.
I will.
But I won't miss wondering if you'll ever look at me like I look at you.
If you'll ever see dawn and not hide from my sight.

If you'll ever seem as human as you did the last time.

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I've loved you in the winters, but never the summers.
I blame it on the season.

It's so cold out here, there's no way anyone's heart could melt.
I blame it on the season.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

And whenever I drive that stretch of road, dipping into the valley - only to reach up again, I wonder if you see it the same as I do, or if you see it more beautiful, or more ugly.

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