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I used to love you and maybe somewhere I still do?
its funny though cos you never even knew
There was times I shed some tears
and at other I cried with laughter
and it was all over you
Tonight when I go to bed
I'll probably think of you
and it won't be with happiness or any kind of feeling
the thought of you leaves me cold and vacant
and funniest of all, its actually sort of nice.
its funny though cos you never even knew
There was times I shed some tears
and at other I cried with laughter
and it was all over you
Tonight when I go to bed
I'll probably think of you
and it won't be with happiness or any kind of feeling
the thought of you leaves me cold and vacant
and funniest of all, its actually sort of nice.
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Wendy Darling
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She's too clean to fit in the forest. She doesn't look right, doesn't suit it. Too clean and pretty and too much like what I'd once forgotten.
She's stupid, too. No smart person would wear a skirt in a forest. You can't climb trees with skirts. You can't run as fast as your legs can carry you with skirts. Skirts get you pinned to trees by arrows and make you yell at boys who just want to practice even though it was your fault for wearing a stupid skirt in the first place.
She's too clean and too stupid for the forest. For my forest.
x
She's just like the others. Rude. Mean. Too smart for her own good. She thinks she's better than me. S
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Epitome of Romance
it's spring, now. we keep our curtains drawn after it rains because the rainbows still make you cringe. the stars are out at night, though, after clear evenings that wait and stick. you explain constellations to me because i never read the books. our bed is always left unmade because whenever one of us walks by it, we like being reminded of hungry hands and hungrier hips. you leave me shower-steam messages on the bathroom mirror. you make us dinner and i watch you stir, secretly using extra ingredients to spell out our initials near the sink. we watch a sad movie and i can't find the tissues, so you let me use your sleeve. "i bought you this.
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The Ballroom Eulogy
She dances in abandoned ballrooms decorated with dusty chandeliers and cobwebbed draperies. Ancient hotel floorboards creak music as she sweeps over them, creating designs in the dirt. Her arms paint pictures in the lukewarm air as her lips form words… songs without melodies.
Writing ballads through the night, she extends her legs and her dreams into the hope that one day someone might ask her name. She haunts the grand staircases and walks down faded red carpet, her eyes alight with stardom that she may never obtain.
Crystal baubles hang from cracked chandeliers and specks of shine glow through the layers of dust and soot that has gat
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this brings back so much memories...very goo!