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Jesse (Untitled).
Must she take cover, as just another disposable pleasure rather than sacred treasure. / Felt your breath on my back, could've sworn you were still awake. I miss her warmth everyday. / Heart filled with so many empty spaces and I'm just too young to know I can't get over anything. Well I want everything that I have never seen.
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Feb 21, 2011
Lonely Season Fever.
I've been forcing love upon myself. / In every which way, I could just not let you go, and now I'm caught in this awkward phase of starting to *unknow* you. / There came a time when I couldn't look into my eyes.
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Jul 5, 2010
New Thought Movement: One.
She stopped and turned around, one last step before the door. She said to me, "I would never lie to you, every part of me honestly hates you." That slamming screen door still wakes me up at night and I can still feel the wind from that cold December night. Tell me what I said wrong, what should have gone right? Rewind me one more time, I swear I'll leave the bottle alone tonight. Speak softly in key, your heart in tune with the waves in the sea. Only reason for living was knowing there was a "you and me." My one last chance. One more hope at a lover's romance. We can meet on the moon, hope you're ready to dance because the thought of your smile keeps the blood in my hands. Maybe just let the time go, I'm sure I can forget.
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May 21, 2010
War.
Well if there's really just one heaven, then my chance of getting in is much too slim. So many bottles and temptresses, they only add to my sins. They say there's no hunger and no thirst that you'd adore. I'm just a stranger, 'cause this preacher doesn't make sense anymore. My will was so strong and it took much too long to be honest with myself. Doth this offend you? If you're just my God for the weekend then we might have a problem because I'm planning to sleep in. It's nothing personal. You employ so many others, let this one take the worn and twisting trail. My skull is a castle. No more rest for the dead. Wake up, wake up it's time for the blood to be shed. You can call me lonely. You can tell me I'm vain, which is how I take your name. So on the coldest day of the year I won't be burning bridges in fear. But if you're around when it's my time, I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong. Until then let's just go our separate ways.
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Feb 21, 2011
We Loved with a Love that Was More than Love.
What could I have had? / Who should have I become? / These flaws run too deep to change,
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May 21, 2010
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