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Tangled Emotional Evening TiesYou seem just enough of a piano-blind that you will understand When I say to myself: Where am I going? Who is beside me tonight? I'm kissing you- I don't know you Who am I? And this mixed up reflecting pool of doubt swallows me. I know you, some.Tangled Emotional Evening Ties
I know that you believe in God ( with a capital G). I know that your mother passed away( and you say passed away instead of died- I wonder if there is a difference) when you were eleven years old. I know that you breathe music and it is your soul. I know that you know how to love(three years is a long time). I know that you have two sisters and a brother( but they


Living Room.The balanced shadows are forming rainbows on the wall. I am overcome, and overlooked, such as cobwebs starving in the windowsill. Memories reflect off of these sharp surfaces like gold in a pool of grey. I will never forget. I will never forget.Living Room.
The Way.
How I layed in this very same spot, the morning that I realized that I was in love for the very first time. How I drank in his voice like a summer breeze, and we held each other gently, went running through fields of imaginary flowers, and proved that sometimes dreams do come true. And they stay true.
How I cried in this very same spot, as death struck


I just can't figure you outI have thoughts of you running rampant in my head and feelings rushing through my blood that I just can't control. I have regrets and what-ifs and maybes and somehows creeping in from my past and chasing the future. I have shaking knees and quivering hands while I write about you, what you've done, what you're doing, what I just have to put down to bad timing. I have pencilled equations carved into my spine trying to logically solve my feelings, with the eraser nearby to remove my mistakes. But you can't logically solve feelings, there's no equation to define love, no graph can plot attraction, no mathematical formula can depict oI just can't figure you out
summer heat| I am a whirlwind of emotion and color. At least that is what i would like to think. I am simple and complex, strange and shy, fallen and alive. I am probably some sort of oxymoron. A controversy within my own mind. Anyway, I really don't want to talk about myself anymore. So, let's talk about you. How are you today? I hope it's sunny where you are, unless of course you don't like the sun, in which case, I hope it's raining. Or snowing whichever you prefer. |
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is there a delicate,fragile princess just waiting to be save?
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matt
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silvergreen
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And he's everything I could ever dream about
& so much more
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.Seeing The World Through Different Eyes.
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