I Spy With My Green Eyes
"I'm still in repair but i'm getting there"
"Jump and grab what you can on the way down"
Miss Vodka 2012 *
It’s a love story but I say no
Pick up my feelings and let go
You’re the rhyme in my head when I wish I could just sleep
You’re in all my dreams so I no longer count sheep
I close my eyes and always see you
An on-going sitcom that won’t come true
I sit wearing your clothes in my half empty room
Now the warmth has gone it’s more like a tomb
I’m still trying to find a reason why I wanted out before it had begun
Why I turned off the radio before the song was even sung
“Do you suppose she is a wild flower?”
closed the book
pulled the trigger
i can’t look
i can’t figure
i’m so confused as to what you are
so small and fragile
yet you’re so bright, are you a star?
You can be wild but hidden and quiet to
GIVE ME A CLUE!!!
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orange. or silver. *evil grin*
His eyes shone like silver on that autumn night
still a spark but I knew he was loosing light
we sat and talked about how life has moved so fast
and nothing in this world that’s good seems to last
the leaves now orange, almost brown
some had given up and hit the ground
just like us on that chilly night
just like us who have lost the fight
My only ray of light where did you go?
It kills me that I don’t know
my mind has been cloudy since that night
the rain, cold and train tracks my torch light
the lights beams so clear and the fear in your shout
but I still don’t see your face I guess I blocked it out
couldn’t bare to see you in pain
seeing you weak is something I never wished to gain
All my dreams end with this night
train tracks in clouded torch light.
Let’s pretend we are stars just for the moment
so we could fly, sparkle and soar
wherever we want
visit mars, pluto even saturn could be fun
we could do all these things as we are lit by the sun
She sits in the daisies,
pulling off petals one by one,
saying the rhyme.
The words slip off her tongue like water,
but they have a salty after-taste,
Cause her love was a burden….a waste.
But she still sits in that never ending pasture,
pulling the petals faster and faster,
hoping one day she’ll find the right answer.
I’d like to love and learn
but it never seems to be my turn
i’m yet to have photographs to burn
clothes to through out the summer window….
I help you with your problems so I can forget about mine for a while, so I can breath for an hour and not have muddy water filling my lungs,
But I know one day you’ll be happy again and i’ll have nothing to help you with, nothing to help me forget…..nothing
