bridget-cassidyWhisper

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november.you swear to yourself you’ll never get to that point again, or feel that feeling… but it always happens doesn’t it? it’s inevitable. what brought you joy ended with pain, but you go back to it because the sunshine made you feel more, than the darkness ever could.
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Nov 15, 2011
the bearer of bad news.where's the emotion, not a shred left in sight / crying but for no reason why / to feel you have not lived a day in your life
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Jul 18, 2010
Untitledonly time will tell when they both beat in rhythm again / given so many chances to mend the cracks / the cold wall between us understanding and holding on
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Jul 7, 2010
you're all i needsometimes we're blinded and we can't seem to find our way / the time passes quickly as you grab hold of what you can to make your path / if you finally grab onto something that leads you to the light
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Jun 26, 2010
streetlit pathstonight the streetlights shall guide my way / as i scramble up and out of the lonely street / there's a man walking vigourously behind me
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Jun 13, 2010
thinktrying to think when you can't think is hard / because if i could think i think / i would think
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Jun 13, 2010
controllerhow can we breathe so easily / if we're smothered by our souls / being changed by unfamiliar souces
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Jun 13, 2010
+a heart may be heavy / but it's not always air that keeps you afloat...
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Jun 13, 2010
&when a heart has cracks in it, all you can do is pour the love out and give it to people in handfuls.
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Jun 13, 2010
If you want warmthi always have the choice to pick up that picture frame, but i'm concerned it might shatter in my hands, only because i always seem to have quite a strong grip when ever i'm holding that picture of you. I don't know why, i can think all i like but my heart has a mind of its own, unfortunately one which i cannot control. she's staring at me hiding behind a cup of tea presenting that wholesome smile, holding it close to her chest to compare the warmth we share. I think she knows nothing compares and tries to hide her smile behind the cup, but she can't, you can still see the brightness reflecting from her eyes. / he can see me hiding behind my cup but i can't help myself but stare at him through the steam coming off my tea, he made it for me and as soon as that came to mind, my smile advanced. I can see straight through his little smile, he's trying not to smile, but his mouth isn't agreeing with him. Whenever he makes me a warm drink it makes me sleep vaguely sound. I don't need to dream when i'm sitting with my tea, and trying to connect minds with him. / this house is faded, the paint is stripping off with powdered colours on the chair and parts of the walls. Whenever she steps inside the house loves her, and blossoms with her. I think i might have the same mind as the house, i'm proud of my house even prouder than before. What an admireable house, it must comprehend her presence.
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Jun 12, 2010
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