

Strange Friendsi hate your apathy like poison, i hate the marijuana smell on your clothes, and the way you make me feel when you scoff at my straight-laced, conservative perspective but i like the way your eyes crinkleStrange Friends
when you laugh and the sweetness that sneaks out when you forget to worry about your image and actually start to care i find friends in the strangest places


ChildhoodI remember planting long-dead flowers here in this dusty little flowerbed, pushing the tulip bulbs down into the gritty soil and grinning. I remember rolling down this hill here, amidst the dandelions back when "dizzy" wasn't anything but another excuse to laugh.Childhood
If I had the money, I would buy this old building again and hire all the teachers back for twice their salaries and then some so they'd always stay. I would dig up the concrete pool again and call childhood back.
The flagpole in the front of the building isn't clinking anymore as the flag flutters in the


Evaporationi write poetry on the steamy walls of shower stalls because paper seems too permanentEvaporation
now that you're gone.
the words melt away with the foam of my shampoo and rinse down the drain with no reminders left behind like dried rose petals in the corner or your sweatshirt at the foot of my bed
i watch the stanzas dribble away (forgotten already) and i wish that memories could do the same.
--
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me."
Once again thank you so much
--
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me."
--
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me."
--
find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
--
My kinda woman "Beauty Brains and a complete Psycho"
--
My kinda woman "Beauty Brains and a complete Psycho"
Previous Page12345...Next Page