Today I told you the meaning of "conceited"
--a synonym to your name--
today you hit me with a frisbee,
with aim so perfect you put me to shame.
Today you remembered I played the bass,
today our teacher told us we were "Sodium fine"
Today we went crazy out-doing each other,
today you gave to me a pick-up line.
I know it's just for jokes,
and that you meant nothing from it,
but I can't help but wish
there was truth in that sentence.
"Oh. Well, at my house, they'd be one-hundred percent off."
I used to often explore the streets at night,
playing on the painted lines that tells the drivers, everything from wrong to right.
'Why not a soul in sight?'
Each evening is beautiful …
and each evening is quite nice.
The evening, even stays quiet til' about quarter of five.
Which is just enough time to explore your mind.
To get lost in your thoughts,
and lose any sense of time.
Questioning every ounce of the world,
on every drop of a dime.
I held away my questions,
until I came to the lines.
I would explore every possibility inside my mind.
I spent enough time playing on those lines to lose my mind…
and all sense of time…
Usually, after about five o'l five,
I'd see the glimpse of a light,
from a car go rushing by,
and I would know it was time to say goodbye,
to myself playing on those lines.
But, the last time I recall,
playing on those lines...
It was quarter until nine,
and I was still in the middle of the street,
dancing on the lines.
When one morning,
a car did not notice me,
and that was the last time I messed around on those lines.
deep down in my head,
I've known for quite sometime..
that I should not gambol my life on those lines..
But, I was lost,
and I kept going…
and I kept…
I losing my mind.
It only takes one thought to drown, and to lose all sense of your time.
Sometimes you just have to let it die
Sometimes you just have to let the it burn and watch as it all goes to hell
And at some point you'll eventually just stop giving a damn.
you just kinda looked at me
with that look
that is so
and I guess we exchanged a
that something had to happen
of sadness again
Seducer of young men and women.
Shaking hands at ten bucks a pop,
Then pulling them in to an embrace they cannot escape from.
Even if they'd wanted to.
You are the green outsides when
Their insides are blue.
You promise them solution,
But rarely follow through.
YOU are something I despise.
am not just some prep.
Some pot-head-hating bitch
who knocks it before she's tried.
to hang on, that is.
While you pulled them away from me.
I'll never forget the look in her too-red eyes
when she told me I couldn't stay.
That she'd made other plans that day.
That day and every other from then on.
I could smell your perfume tangled in her hair.
When she hugged me good bye.
That's twice now.
Twice now you stole my best friend
With promises of popularity and good humor.
That's twice you ripped out my heart.
Twice too many times.
I've written sobering rhymes against you.
And they were not the first.
I know I can't blame you, completely.
You didn't take their names.
You didn't make them make the choice,
You didn't force their voice to strip me down to tears.
And you didn't tell me to say no, when I had the chance
To dance with you.
But you gave them the option to,
All the while,
Whispering sweet nothings into their ears.
Pulling at their fingertips.
Promising gifts you could not guarantee.
And last night,
I could taste you on his lips.
I could see your shadow forming in his lungs
As he spoke.
So, Mary Jane.
I am begging you.
Don't show him that their is no other lover better than the company of you.
Don't show him the side of you that only
One who'd tried it could know
And let him love it.
I don't think I could take another blow
of your breath in my face,
With diffident intentions,
He turns away.
Your hands are on my hips
And my hands on yours
I wrap my hands around your wast and I press my head up to your chest
I took a decent inhale of your shirt
To only be pleased by the smell
I pulled away and look up
To see your eyes
And you looked down thew the frames of your glasses
to see me
After several long moment of intense eye contacted
I fealt a rush inside me
Something I’v never felt before
I knew what was going to happen
His eyes told me every thing
I didn't have to think
Because his eyes told me what to do
I was so over wellmed
I knew what was going to happen
The eye contact was so intense
And for those last few seconds of the eye contact
I knew it was true love
Because then, there
I feel head over heals
In love with you
You broke the eye contact so you could tilted your head
But then we brought it back agean
I closed my eyes
The anticipation killing me
I could tell how close you were
To receive the soft touch of your lips to mine
There was a slight pressure
When our lips met
But the second we broke the touch
I missed what we just had
You took your hands off my hips
You wrap your arms around my back
To press me up agents your chest
And I did the same
You rest you head on top of mine
As I stand there in your arms
We heald that for a while
But the whole thing was remarkable
As I continued to think of what happened
I turn my head and close my eyes
With my face against your muscular chest
I could feel your heart pounding on my cheek
I tightened my hug
Only to tell him that
I loved him
And to ease him
And he returned the favor
I pulled away and looked up
And you looked down
You could see me but wanted to see me better
You put your hands on the middle of my back to pick me up
I wrapped my legs around your wast
And there we could see each other at the same level
I wrapped my arms around your neck
And stared into your eyes as they told me another story
Love is global.
There's not a place you can't go.
Or country you can't visit and not find it.
It's revealing and easy to recognize.
Sometimes it standing right before you eyes.
Love is noticeable.
Yes, approachable to them that's approachable.
If you show it.
It will be shown back.
It's just an attraction to us.
An satisfactory to many.
Even to those that want it more.
Love is relentless.
This I know.
Because love is global.
So delicate, so sweet.
Tis quite a wonder
why this cannot be.
I feel you.
You feel me.
I keep thinking...one day.
One day you'll be mine.
No...I must not lie.
One day I'll be yours.
But for now, this I know:
My heart, my soul,
and wander on.
Until I am sure...
Sure of what?
I cannot know, but
I know that now
would only cause pain
and end in grievance.
I guess...we both,
must just enjoy what we have,
while we have it.
how much we love one another.
I didn't realize how close I'd let you get to me.
I didn't realize your love was the only thing that made me see.
I wish you hadn't gotten this close.
I didn't know it would be you that hurt me the most.
So here I am, all lost and confused
Just wishing, maybe, you could take a walk in my shoes.
I wish I could show you all the tears that I've shed.
I wish I could tell you a life without you is to be a pointless life led.
I wish you could see all the blood that I have spilled.
I wish you to know it wasn't for attention, it was for me to be killed.
You took away you love, the only thing to me that mattered.
With that, I shattered.
I didn't think this horrible pain would last.
But here I am, and several months have passed.
They say those who care the most fall the hardest.
And baby I'm telling you I've fallen the farthest.
I guess none of this matters now because I hear you've found somebody new.
But for the record, I still love you.
and here we go again something completely new
dont interest me i want to copy my old wings
self never recognized the different reasoning
so take my paragraph like you take war police
banging down your door at the alarm of a total
Nobody. gonna shut down this claim that is truly
interesting. but only because the gods got torment
in their left hand and its aimed at the war police
bang bang motherfuckers do or die trying
dont release me till ive gotten noticably interesting
just kidding want that zombie glare of your adderol adding up for one romantic flunk
of an i love you too soon on the release a loaded
handgun adding up for the hanged cliff of a
no i didnt notice that you even had one
damn darling youre a little too marooned for good
i may be an island but ive got too little much time
for a skip and walk away from a main land
so if one siren does end up staying on the rocks
long enough to scare me into so/so sobriety
ill always have a place to be when i get abandoned
but its just another excuse for me to stay dry away warm till rescue in this imaginary existence
cruise line lexus like admiral for excusing favors
aint asking for the roseary im asking for the papers
legally im entitled to two doses of riddlin fuck you
dont believe me fuckers here this is my perscrption
my dad prints them tenfoldin his crowded sub basement but i really need them to keep a day job
ancient time frame of a snitch who didnt know it
root cellar lack of oxygen braincells didnt grow in
see there lets blame it on the unintelligence then
connect that to the fact that hes a convicted felon
ohhh touche and a top hat to you stay straight
snitches only seperate themselves from shittalkers
when they dont know a god walking among them
other wise they can stay down talk shit for days
bang bang another door down from the war police
you didnt know your neighbors were the sameside
as you how do you expect the numbers to blind the truth. ba ba ba ba ba duh ba ba ba ba duh