ugh

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
i don't feel
so great
i don't feel
so good
i don't feel
myself
come to my hole
and hang down
a branch
and help me
climb
out
and when i get
to the top
when i can
see the daylight
please,
do nothing more
than hold me...
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    something came from nothing today
    while i was saying no
    don't you knock on my door
    i can't answer you anymore
    absence makes the heart grow fond
    staying away from people
    was a question before
    but i can't answer you anymore
    stepped to the scene where we'd meet
    and wrote a song
    i did everything right for somebody that
    does everything wrong
    so i go from coast to coast
    over the hawthorn bridge
    to the one i adore
    you asked me what i'm looking for
    but i can't answer you anymore
    no, i can't answer you anymore
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    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.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    hm. don't know what to say to that.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    i don't mind
    sitting in silence
    watching
    a garden die
    or lying alone
    on a blanket
    of stone
    as the stars
    twinkle mockingly
    at me, it seems
    because i
    can find
    peace in my
    own heart...
    i can find
    a deep breath of
    fresh air
    on my own
    so i don't
    always
    need you to
    say something
    to me
    to make me feel
    better
    or make me
    feel
    wanted...

    i just need you to be
    there
    sometimes
    on those cold days
    when my
    own arms
    aren't enough
    to shelter
    my body
    from harm...

    i don't ask
    that you give me
    your all
    but i just ask
    you give me
    a passing thought

    only sometimes.







    **
    don't wear yourself out.


    (to anyone who has ever felt burdened by my pains *cough*AuBrie*cough*)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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