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of_the_girl
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so my life came crumbling
on a glossy road and a muddy sideways slipping car
in the middle of an unknown highway
with background music of your confusion and
shrill screams of complete and utter fear coming out of me in a way i didn't know they could
invisible frozen puddles were the end of happy times
(at least here,
where mittens are required daily
in the cold months)
and so i sat alone crunching my fingernails
and asking God why do i have to wait
for my prince?
why couldn't those puddles have stayed liquified
instead of sending me into the ditch
i could have broken something, there could have been blood
and there could have been a limp little woman
lifeless and frozen... laying in my driver's seat...
last night i dreamt of being shot in the throat
by a gang member outside the library
but i lived and got away with a tiny scar on my soft skin
i was even shopping the next day
and i salvaged my life after all of that throbbing pain
that was almost numbing...
so skiing in three sixties in my blue driving machine
and having my world crash down in the events following the accident,
somehow i know that i will escape with just a soft scar.
and a soft smile
and a white veil
and a prince at the end of a red carpet
and flowers everywhere.
on a glossy road and a muddy sideways slipping car
in the middle of an unknown highway
with background music of your confusion and
shrill screams of complete and utter fear coming out of me in a way i didn't know they could
invisible frozen puddles were the end of happy times
(at least here,
where mittens are required daily
in the cold months)
and so i sat alone crunching my fingernails
and asking God why do i have to wait
for my prince?
why couldn't those puddles have stayed liquified
instead of sending me into the ditch
i could have broken something, there could have been blood
and there could have been a limp little woman
lifeless and frozen... laying in my driver's seat...
last night i dreamt of being shot in the throat
by a gang member outside the library
but i lived and got away with a tiny scar on my soft skin
i was even shopping the next day
and i salvaged my life after all of that throbbing pain
that was almost numbing...
so skiing in three sixties in my blue driving machine
and having my world crash down in the events following the accident,
somehow i know that i will escape with just a soft scar.
and a soft smile
and a white veil
and a prince at the end of a red carpet
and flowers everywhere.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
http://www.myspace.com/alotalotbetweenus
if you will be my accident
and I will be your screeching crash
if you will be my crutch and cast
and I will be your one more time
if you will be my one last chance
oh sweet dream, fall from me"
think I posted that before
"two dollar color pictures from a photo booth
dirty stepped on lying out on the floor of their room
faces fell long in the half light
he looks all wrong but that's her alright
look at him smiling full of teeth
clenched tight
he knew the one time with the army captain
he got one that whole deal before it happened
said its okay i knew exactly what you meant
when you said you were an accident
but when it's 3am he wonders where in the hell she went
and he'll drive all over town
drive all over town
and he'll drive all over town
drive all over town
until he tracks her down
he'll drive all over town
"
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
Astoria,Dublin,Reading 06,Wembley 07,Sheapards Bush & o2 09 thats multiple Jamgasms!
And hoorayforhumans,of course you understand.
ps: pat bailey this is a virtual hug! *HUUUUG*!!!!
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green