!HELLO SAAAAY.

THE WRITTEN WORD

Thursday, February 17, 2005, 10:31 PM

;yellowcard- --gifts &curses-
Mary belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.
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END.

my start._______________________________________
like a tap screwed on tight
still dripping fat drops with flecks
of rust, drip drop dripdrop drip drip drop
drip like blood found
in our tears; drip-drops falling with hynotising quality
gaining speed &in amount, even
as they slip past the smattering of freckles on your
cheeks in shades of the warmest browns
,leaving at their heels branched-out trails of salt
to remind us
we are sad
people with fake CLOWN-LIKE smiles painted over pursed lips [}the stark red so bright your freckles fade in comparison /from a mile away,
i cant really see}
with bouts of terse laughter bubbling over
escaping through gaping holes
widening between our teeth {abysses where i can fit in the things i didnt say to you
&off our tongues, rolling
probably like how ugly nails &fingers hesitate
to rest on the keyboard.
to realize too late there shouldn't have
been anything to say.

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to draw the lines we need something straight.
don't mind if i ask you how .we'av got nothing left

thanks for all e attention &comfortin words given in the tagboard
lols yeahh i cant go on like this
so despondent
i'll walk on whatever way which is given to me
blindfolded so i wont slow down
much <33 to all, i know it's hard to put up with my rubbish,
<3toyouss.