blue-lilacs- You are beautiful blue-lilacs, gingerbread cookies and swirling swooning swan necks. You are sunshine. You are fresh air. You are a cold mountain breeze and everything else which sends chills up my spine and warmth in my heart.blue-lilacs
I am blood thirsty, ravenous, hunger-sticken and yearning, yearning, yearning. I am a pin prick. I am a paper cut. I am a dry throat.
You are wonderful. You are beautiful blue-lilacs. You are mine.
all the kings' horsesI unbuttoned you, turned you inside out, and you were soft like run on sentences, like down feathers, like fireflys.all the kings' horses
You are poetry, parallel structure, paradox and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I tried you on, like an old sweater pulled from a big brown box in my closet. You fit like someone who's lost their way in the snow; Like someone who's trying to find their way in the snow. You fit like story time, like memories, like love.
DBNi.DBN
if i ever have a daughter i will name her Amelle. It is Arabic for the hope you gave me. And when . she grows up and asks for a horse on her 5th birthday, it will be Arabic for the expectations she has of me as a mother that will never be filled, and for the expectations you had of me as a partner.
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your eyes were like deep green-yellow galaxies.
I write metaphors and similes of almost everything i encounter, you write sweet goodbyes and heart breaks and stories of a boy who's had enough.
1 sheep, 2 sheep, 2 sheep,fouri don't think about you anymore. i don't i know you anymore. i don't think i've known you for a long time. i'm glad you're gone. i'm glad you yelled at me like that. i'm glad i hate you. i hate you now. i've hated you for a while. i think i'll always hate you, most of you.1 sheep, 2 sheep, 2 sheep,four
I wanted you back for the longest time, you know. I really believed that you could just come back and you could lay with me, and wake up with me, play and laugh and cry with me, just like the summer did, and that everything would be okay again. I believe. I had faith. I don't know whether or not you failed me, or if it was faith again. But i don't believe in ei
April 02
Obsessed
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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