#inseperable
Don’t let go, the world spins on;
With or without us,
the world spins on
Just don’t let go of me.
Hold me close, the world fades away;
As our souls gently touch,
the world fades away
Hold me close to you.
Remember forever,
the world can’t tear us apart;
We have promised each other infinity,
the world can’t tear us apart
Remember our forever.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
We left on the excuse of
Wanting to listen
To
"Just one song".
But when we arrived at the place
That kept us from the outside
We decided to go ahead and drive
And I've never had a smile so big
I was actually scared
My face might rip
And I could die
Or we could drive off a cliff
Or smoke a laced spliff
It makes no difference to me
As long as you're around
Even if that means muddling through
The week
In our seperate towns
Until one of us can come down
For the weekend.
And we're too loud
But it's only because we're used
To trying to bridge the distance
With a vocalized insistence
That we'll find a way back
Even if it's back roads and red eyes and runny noses
I know how it goes
And I've chosen to stay
When I would usually take the easy way
I'd be out and gone
But we're leaving together
And with you
I try to do less wrong.
Last night
one more song
Turned into a vulnerable
Sob
And awkward consolation
Turned to snot on my shoulder
And the comfort of
Human warmth.
I would address how we should go forward
But I know it doesn't matter
I'll see you again
And you'll catch my spinning head
And I'll hug you
And hug you
And never get enough
Sweet thing,
You're the good stuff.
12.20.14 cem
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I can't stop thinking about sad people, sitting in empty houses, looking at bright screens.
In the seventh grade there was a girl, she sat two rows to the right and three chairs back. She was loved, but you could tell she didn't know it. Her father was an addict, leaving marks from glass bottles on the window frames she used to climb out of. Her mother was lonely, and breaking every day. she may not have felt the love from her mother or her father, she shouldn't felt it from me. I loved that girl to pieces a million times over again. I wanted to put the pieces of her messy life back together, hoping someday she'd do the same for me. She became my best friend. I feel like i helped put the pieces back together, and i still don't think she knows how many pieces of mine she's picked up and put back together.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC