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I drink too much

KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
edited May 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'm sifting through old memories
wishing you were what you used to be
that way I could stand you for a second
but apparently you didn't get the message

its so fucking unbelievable
its so fucking hard to believe
its so fucking unbelievable
its so fucking hard to believe

listen to the sounds I'm making
I drink too much, I'm not faking
whisper in my ear one time
and I'll denounce the liar's shrine

so little do you know
that its all out of control
I drink too much sweet girl
I need to stop, for you I would
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.
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    it's you i see
    when i can see
    someone
    in the reflection
    of a tear
    that falls
    to the table
    it's you i see
    and i hope
    that in our tears
    we're connecting
















    so instead, let's smile together.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    ahh but the only thing I'll ever need
    the only thing that pushes me forward
    the only thing I need to breath
    is to never see another tear fall from your sweet cheek

    so smile and I'll smile
    even though I'm not happy
    cause the only thing I'll ever need
    is to never see another tear fall from your sweet cheek
    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.
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