|winter is beautiful and makes me feel waaarm x]|
this may be because im wearing 5 jumpers
but thats not the point!
give them me. Give them me.give them me. by lunadoodle
i love your hands,
darting across your guitar like dark graceful spiders.
which once I thought as mine, which I saw in your eyes,
Getting Under YouMy heart seemed unreachable, strongGetting Under You by lunadoodle
To me at least
I thought my armour would hold out,
That my heart, once lost and broken, would be wise this time
But then i met you
Gently, carefully, you peeled away my protection, leaving my heart behind, healed and vunerable, like it hadnt been in years
I didn't even notice, until it was too late
Until i was so close to being completly and utterly in love with you, that it scared me
It was only then that i started taking my 'crush' for you you siriously
Only then did i realise how your laugh sounded, and how your eyes were gold in the sunlight
Only then did i notice that my heart felt lighter when you smiled at me, that the sound of your voice was one of my favorite things to listen to, let alone the things you said
It was a while till i realised you felt the same way
I knew what it felt like to be under you
metaphorically i mean...
You make me so happy
I hope i never have to get over
Getting Over Youyou see that self respect you have?Getting Over You by lunadoodle
all those thoughts and feelings that made you feel beautiful, unique, interesting , worth anyones time?
Take every single one, and extract them from your mind, your brain, your soul, and throw them away.
You see the gaping pit left over in that pathetic bland thing you call a personality?
It needs to be filled.
Fill it with hatred, if not for the one who broke your heart, then for your feelings for them.
Even hatred for yourself will do.
Now, deep within the poison you have poured into your soul in sickening treacle thick waves, bury your heart.
Coat it in the hardening slime, and take those shattered pieces that you so treasured, and fit them in the best you can.
Almost as good as new...
your words.hand hovering over theyour words. by franfranfranlol
keyboards like two huge,
ungainly vultures eying
their next meal and not
quite sure how to finally
descend and pick clean
the corpse of words that
have left you for dead
slowly picked over by
flies, buzzing in delight
at the banquet of your
discontent and idiocy.
this is what happens
when you don't think
before you talk. these
are the consequences.
i'm sorry i left it too long
without answering you
but i didn't know what
to say and my words just
twisted and congealed in
my mind until they were
broken and unusable. i'm
sorry i can't be perfect
and i'm sorry i let you go
without telling you that i
love you and always will.
i read a poem that made
me think of you and then
when i couldnt stop crying
it seemed fitting that you
were blurring my eyes and
my common sense again.
maybe if i was clever enough
to forge words with the power
to build bridges and mend my
broken heart, things could be
okay between us. but words
are just so easy and when you
Current Residence: some were in england|
Favourite genre of music: anything you can singalong to
Favourite photographer: Im Insulted that theres no fave book thing so im using this- The Bell Jar
Favourite style of art: cartoon, detailed or not
MP3 player of choice: i pod
Shell of choice: conch
Skin of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: betty boop
Personal Quote: 'no, but its like mush, dont you see?'