Dry eyes and starry skyshiccups on saturday
dry eyes and starry skies
what a big surprise
kiss me on sunday
and flirt with me on monday
tuesday we'll fly to the moon and see if it tastes like cheese
wednesday we'll name the stars while gravity pulls you closer to me
thursday we'll lie out on the beach and say our long goodbyes
friday I'll be all alone feeling like a monday
blankets and long romance movies keeping me company
you don't know how much I need you
24 hours of the longest misery
but tomorrow is saturday; we can start all over again.
just me and you
I found you
A pink ribbon flows throughout the city, weaving and wandering into the depths of the unknown. A young man runs his finger over the ribbon, fealing the silken cloth material. The delicate material intrigues him and he follows the unmarked path. On his way he encounters many things. A girl skipping rope outside a house with no windows, a man laying on the sidewalk with a thin yellow blanket covering his shoulders; all awhile his hand holds loosly around the ribbon as it flutters in the wind. The man soon comes to a crossroad where the road splits into three directions. To the left is a dirt road, where leafless trees rattle in the breeze; to the right a brick road; where small cottages are scattered along the path. The man, wanting to go right, looks down at his hand, where his fingers still grasp the pink ribbon. The ribbon, if he were to hold on to it, would lead him into the unkown, the road that goes straight. What he doesn't know is, this decision will change his life; the road wil
The way we live now`
He would instinctively laugh at all her jokes; longing to hear her laugh. She loved to see him smile and the way his green eyes would light up when she said his name.
They spent most of there days by the beach, sipping green kool-aid and listening to the ocean. He would always find some way to make her smile, or make her laugh so hard she could cry; when his hands graced her skin and found every ticklish spot that she hadn't known existed.
They had the world in common and at times it was often hard to find anything that contradicted that.
Whenever they hugged she was captivated by the way he smelled and a smile would always form upon her face.
The summer was nearing an end and she waited for the fall when she was to attend art school as a freshman. She was saddened by the fact that her days would no longer be filled by him and only him. However, she knew he would be waiting for her at their tiny apartment at the end of the day, and that would always keep a smile on her face.
and all the things you said yesterday were wiped away by the massive destruction the worlds events had on my life today.
and when you asked for me to sing out my sorrows I dropped to my knees and let the pouring rain soak my blue t-shirt to my skin. I sat next to your dripping blue jeans on my wooden porch and deciphered what were rain drops and what were tears.
and then I began to sing out so loud that the lightening paused during my high notes and the thunder held its ear to the melody of my somber tune.
and when I was finished I opened my eyes to your arms tightly around my shaking cold body
and only then did I feel safe.
They stood all around her like stone statues, watching her every move. She walked slowly with her head down, as the voices grew louder; screaming out obscenities. Her eyes never rose to meet theirs, afraid that their insults might become fiercer if they saw her make up stained cheeks and red eyes. She clutched her baby doll tightly to her chest and started walking faster to the exit. They were following her; she could feel their presence. She started to run when she saw the fireworks and began to cry again. She ran through the fields avoiding anyone that might look at her differently.
She met him under the willow tree just as the fireworks were beginning to end. He was facing the sunset and the light breeze from Sherburn Lake was blowing his blonde hair in the breeze. He turned around before she reached the top of the hill. "Everything is going to be all right" he came to her and she immediately dropped the doll in the tall grass beneath her feet. She wrapped her arms around him just
She was his convenient distraction from reality. Her dark red lips and her auburn hair made her almost perfect. Her pale skin stitched together with worn thread and her titled smile almost made her ugly.
He was her love interest and she was his toy. She used to idolize him, carrying his worn photograph around the massive castle he had kept her in.
She used to sit with him while he gazed off into the distance. Oh, how he cherished gazing at the snow capped mountains; they were so far, yet he could almost taste the sweet white flakes.
Her arms would get tangled in the ropes while she tried to hold him. He hated when she touched him, he threatened her life with dull scissors and hateful words.
He used to make her dance; he was the puppeteer and she was the doll. He wound up his collection of music boxes and she would dance in the hall of mirrors, while he watched in amusement.
She had no pink slippers to dance in, she had dreamed of them many a time. S