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 Dec 2014 Lauren
Creep
Record
 Dec 2014 Lauren
Creep
I want to play you like a record,
trace every groove,
listen to all the secrets you tell me,
treasure you forever.
whoops i fell too hard... someone plz help me get back up? :3 lol love ya ;*

give me your hand (best song ever)
by the ready set
#j
 Dec 2014 Lauren
WickedHope
I need to stop talking,
Before I

regret

anything else.
Sometimes I refuse to talk
Sometimes I can't shut up.

Another stupid 10 word.
Someone punch me.
 Dec 2014 Lauren
WickedHope
Sorry my eyes are brown
And my hair's ***** blonde
And I'm skinny but not thin enough

Sorry I'm too short, too tall
And I'm not much of anything
And I had to quit dancing

Sorry my skin is too pale
And I have all these freckles and moles
And all these scabs and scars

Sorry I'm curved wrong
And my eyes are bad
And I talk too much

Sorry I stopped trying in school
And I'm shy but forward
And I'm an idealist

Sorry I'm broken
And uncertain
And afraid

Sorry I'm not any of the things you wanted
Sorry I loved you anyway
Andrew.
Just get out.
Go.
I'm too tired.
 Dec 2014 Lauren
David
you see,
well rather ironically
you dont...
or at least i dont
(...my mistake)
(that was my perception/projection of "you" based on "me" because we (again sorry or/ sorry again) can only see the world egocentrically)
i lost my glasses last week
havent seemed keen
on finding them on the streets of
O, (Oh) (OH) how i keened after them (IO)
driving on a mirror this morning, mourning, before the sun, a rose, arose.
i finally noticed them gone.
the acid lined upper middle class road from my
(socially speaking)
lower class acid ridden
(economically speaking)
upper middle class mind
had dis(re)appeared^(infinity)

all time was lost

and for the first time in my driving career
i found myself, spending more time looking at the street than at the road
shooting stars of red streamed after taillights
as if always trying to catch up
  greens joined in from lights above
...but did not muddle the stars  
like the perfectly controlled watercolor artisan

what Virtuoso, what Perfectionist, what Letter-dash-letter of a being
could create such an immaculate emasculating picture (lack of question mark)
i am humbled.

p.s
i gave up looking for my glasses
my vision seemed perfectly clear
so was yours (Sorry)
Word Study #2
 Dec 2014 Lauren
Alexa
it's a lot like standing in the rain
without an umbrella and
wondering why the ****
you didn't think it could rain.

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