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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
WHISKEY and CIGARETTES....
SOMETHING I CAME ACROSS THAT I WROTE AGES AGO...
with my feet against the pavement... slowly step by step setting up this mess... sat at the bar watched my lover while i thought about how i got here and how did i set up this mess... tonight in my room my with whiskey in my hand my.. my head spinning my hands numb... my insides burning... and i know i will never get my mind back with the devil sitting on my shoulder and in my drunken haze.. i rather not think of the consequences and this mess....you enter the room and put your head on my chest wrap your arms around me and show me your cuts and scars and the deep wounds and cry while i touch your messy hair and sing you lullabies.. and the smell of the whiskey and cigarettes make me dizzy and forget about the mess and the mistakes.... you look at me with those big blue eyes and i smile with an uncertainty.. the air night cold and my glass is empty... i look at you your tattooed arms around me and think to myself how long will this last... while the smell of the alcohol and cigarettes make me dizzy and makes me forget about my regrets and my silly mistakes... and you tell me to run away with you and how you will make me happy and i wont be lonely.... oh how lonely it is.. the sound of your big words in stupid heart shaped glass full emptiness....
with my feet against the pavement... slowly step by step setting up this mess... sat at the bar watched my lover while i thought about how i got here and how did i set up this mess... tonight in my room my with whiskey in my hand my.. my head spinning my hands numb... my insides burning... and i know i will never get my mind back with the devil sitting on my shoulder and in my drunken haze.. i rather not think of the consequences and this mess....you enter the room and put your head on my chest wrap your arms around me and show me your cuts and scars and the deep wounds and cry while i touch your messy hair and sing you lullabies.. and the smell of the whiskey and cigarettes make me dizzy and forget about the mess and the mistakes.... you look at me with those big blue eyes and i smile with an uncertainty.. the air night cold and my glass is empty... i look at you your tattooed arms around me and think to myself how long will this last... while the smell of the alcohol and cigarettes make me dizzy and makes me forget about my regrets and my silly mistakes... and you tell me to run away with you and how you will make me happy and i wont be lonely.... oh how lonely it is.. the sound of your big words in stupid heart shaped glass full emptiness....
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Sorrow found me when I was young... Sorrow waited, sorrow won... Sorrow they put me on the pill... It's in my honey, it's in my milk...
Someone told me to watch this movie "2 days in Paris".... and i searched and this quote almost made me cry...
"Break up, break down. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."
"Break up, break down. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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