reciprocaljunk-
Sunday, July 1, 2007
  composed.
shattering truths
crash through my heart
i stare around
full of love and lust

feelings of innocence
just blew apart
taking away the bliss
leaving me demented

several days
months and years
they've past by and by
the date's coming near

oh
cant you just
hold me tight
oh
cant you just
tell me right
from the start
that your heart
is always
always with me

still i hold my faith
and loyalty
but i now realise
the whole thing's a dream

can i continue dreaming
floating in the sky
just staring into space
wishing you were mine

oh, cant you just
hold me tight
cant you just
tell me right
from the start
that your heart
is always
always with me

...
 



DRUNKEN
CONFESSIONS
ON A
DIRTY
DANCE
FLOOR




boo-junked;

i'm a ranting whore.
so.
buzz off if you're bothering.



un-divulged;

the silence
and all the secrets
the deluded confessions
and countless affirmation.
the exuberant personality
collasped, helpless, on the
dirty dance floor.
hopeless contradicting tears
engulfed and warped
washed and cleasned
her dying, pale skin.
as her lonely and
wandering soul digest
those merely weeping truths
and untold memories.




late-memories;

P-E-E-P
B-L-O-G.
composed.
updated.
drag-feet.
boo-junked.
celebrated.
condolences.
irreplacable.


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