any day can't begin properly in oregon because new york has already been living for three whole hours. its pretty ironic considering i could never walk you home. you were always the one that was three steps ahead.
the sky felt really close to me the hood. it was like a perfect, aqua canopy. my first impression was that i might be in heaven. i, now realize, that the gorge was just rushing me to the flight in the manner you would rush a guest you were tired of to the door.
i have an isle seat. i thought i would be able to get some rest but now i wish i was by the window again. i'd like to catch a glimpse of your stars before they fade into morning.
if i were to write a song right now it would be called,"mamas don't let your babies grow up to tell time". curse the day i learned how because, now, i know exactly how much time has gone by since i left you.
yay for broken hearts and cheap beer.
the sky felt really close to me the hood. it was like a perfect, aqua canopy. my first impression was that i might be in heaven. i, now realize, that the gorge was just rushing me to the flight in the manner you would rush a guest you were tired of to the door.
i have an isle seat. i thought i would be able to get some rest but now i wish i was by the window again. i'd like to catch a glimpse of your stars before they fade into morning.
if i were to write a song right now it would be called,"mamas don't let your babies grow up to tell time". curse the day i learned how because, now, i know exactly how much time has gone by since i left you.
yay for broken hearts and cheap beer.
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jessica:
That's the first poem or song I've ever read on the site because it wasn't so abstract that it didn't make sense and it was pretty universal. I even know how ya feel on that one. I'm having a cheap beer right now too. Luv ya!
bruiserboy:
I know the feeling sometimes...