

You mean the world to me.Holding me, your arms are like a blanket keeping me warm from all the coldness in the world. I’ll rest my head on your shoulder and sink right into you perfectly. Whisper in my ear how your never going to leave me, and it will be like this forever…I’ll keep listening to your lies, your phony words. Everything will be right in my mind. Stop trying to make me feel as special as the girl the night before. Why don’t you hold on to me tonight thinking that it will be the same tomorrow? Don’t glare at me with you’re your beautiful hazel eyes…because behind them it is all red. Your hug means the world to me. Please, let me mean the world to you, befYou mean the world to me.


Grandpa...Holding your picture close, I think of your wonderful brilliance.Grandpa...
Your eyes seem to glow at me from inside the image.
I wonder if you’re at ease.
Maybe in heaven you have a rocker like the one you use rock with me in on your back porch, and from there you smile upon me making the sun shine outside my house. Memories of you are all I have, and they seem to flood my mind as I stare into my photo. I touch the picture almost expecting to feel the warmth of your fragile smooth hands, that once held mine. I remember standing in your doorway getting ready to leave.
It was fall and the wind was blowing th


im sorry.Reach out and touch me… can you feel the steady beating of my heart start to increase? Look into my dark green eyes… can you tell they’re already ready for tears? If only you could read my mind as you hold your bloodstained knife up to my neck…im sorry.
I know I will not die from the edge of your blade.
Yet, I’m more scared than you could even imagine.
I hold my breath as you pierce my skin with your knife… the sharp pain doesn’t hurt near as bad as the sound of my own blood splattering on the floor drop by drop. Chills run up and down my spine.
You remove your knife, and i begin to rest. I can feel


My canadian prince.Hold me in your arms, kiss my hand Lets make footprints across the sand We’ll travel to the edge of the world Walking along our own little path Going no where, never looking back We’ll be together alone for a while Then I’ll depart you with a smile Goodbye, my love. I don’t need a broken heart. *fart* no jus kidding...even tho it does ryme with heart.My canadian prince.
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"What sick ridiculous puppets we are, and what a gross, little stage we dance on, what fun we have, dancing and fucking. Not a care in the world. Not knowing that we are nothing. We are not what was intented"
but she still finds the time to talk to me.
sigh, "what a great gal".
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Love is only in the movies, Baby.
old school ponders. for sure.
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"the word 'unblow-uppable' is thrown around a lot these days."
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If I had my way
I'd cut the calluses off your breaking heart
If I could get past the sternum
Cauterize those wounds with
Every kiss I could give to you
I'm holding your heart in my hand
The reason it still beats
remember your 50% single, and 50% mine.
i want to hear allll about your ski trip. love, love, love you!
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(disregard the past few days.)
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