Where do you go when your life's gone wrong and you can't tell your mama or she'll call you home
Oh, what do you do?
When you're down to your last cigarette, and your life's so full of regret
oh, where do you go?
You're daddy's little girl, yeah you're his world, can't let him know how this unfurled
Oh, what do you do?
It's a big scary town with you in the middle, like a china doll you feel so little
oh, where do you go?
"Here I am!" you want to scream, lost in the city you walk the balance beam
Oh, what do you do?
The apartment's a mess and you're just a wreck and vain hope is all you've got left
oh, where do you go?
Pocket's full of change,
Here it is,
Music that reaches into the furthest depths of your heart and pulls and tugs and vibrates the strings, deeply and intimately,
low and gentle, patient, as if taking in your story;
not loud, but close, full, and coaxing, as it begs you for more;
Yet the pace increases, elegantly it grows and fades in volume, notes surrounding you quicker than your fingertips can mount the keys
And then it’s screaming, in its high pitched way, anxious squeals flying about the room, rapidly, impatiently, filling your mind and your soul, exhausting all that you can hold-
And it slows again
Soft and delicate, light as a feather
Apologetic and und
Water runs downhill in the cracks of the streets and I grin, wide.
The world has been set free.
The lioness Mother Nature is out and she is roaring, proud in this early day of March.
The weak snow piles left are pelted by the droplets
Like my heart, set free of its heavy burden, winter.
The chills and snow and cold bitter days are leaving,
I want to play.
rain
It rolls in sheets down the rooftops as it gains in strength.
The wind gives it an angle it stays true to, lightning dances to the ground.
Thunder, never far behind, awakens the need in me to rejoice for
the time has come.
I shall dance in the soft glow of the street lights i
Let's talk about the future until we fall asleep
My best dreams come when you're holding me.
Your arms are warm and your perfume's sweet.
We're in love
It's ridiculous
Some call it lust
'Cause we're promiscuous
But we mean it this time
I'll only take what's mine.
Young Love.
We will last forever
Because we're perfect together
Let's be so cliché it's not even cute
Finish each others' sentences right on cue.
Let's love like we have nothing to lose
Giggle as we try to hide the purpling bruise
Chuckle at our friends' envy
Until it ruins everything we could be
Pull ourselves together
Through all our tears
Whisper the honest truth
About all our fea
A strange addiction to sickly sweetness draws me closer. A fruity deliciousness arises as she runs her tongue slowly across my bottom lip. An inward moan pulls her closer as I revel in the fact twizzlers lead to teases. I feel her hands run up my back before she grabs hold of my loose blonde curls. The domineering look does her justice, as she pulls my hair to reveal my neck to the tongue she tantalizingly traces down my neck and to my collarbone, where she nips, letting go of my hair. Dragging her nails roughly down my back, resting her hands on my hips as she leans her torso onto me, laying both of us down on the tangled sheets below.
The sun streaming in through the curtains makes me reminisce of an easier time
A time without the worries and dreads and premonition of the horrors to come
A time when I could be me without the labels and regrets and apologies left unsaid
A time when my house was a home, when I had time alone and could breathe without anyone haunting me
Back when I didn't have to care, to watch what I say unless it was a game that I liked to play.
A closure I'll never have, a time I'll always miss,
When I could quick lean in for a soft goodbye kiss.
A time of freedom and pleasure
Without so much of this horrid pressure.
As the chill floats in the window betwe
What if I told you I missed you,
How would that make you feel?
Would the look in your eyes pierce my heart
The way it used to in my fear?
What if I told you
I still have it all
A box of your words
From before our grande fall?
I may not have much to offer
But painful memories
But would you still be afraid
If I begged you on my knees?
What if I told you,
I never remember much,
But it still makes me giggle
That conversation we had about Dutch?
I know you think now that it's over
I honestly don't care about you
Please get that out of your head
That's anything but true.
It's just, things've changed
Time lost and new love gained
And if I know you l
Honestly I've had a really bad day
But since you're there you can't see it in my face
So I let the conversation slip away
From why I sounded so estranged in the first place
Is it really worth it
To make you see
How much I struggle
Every single week
It's just the way I see things
It's just the way I'm made
I find something that hurts me
And it takes a while to fade
Maybe it'll just go
Maybe it'll just slip away
Maybe you don't need to hear my anguish
Every single day
It isn't that big of a deal
I just took something the wrong way
I'm just a little sensitive
Maybe it's just today
Maybe I'm just in denial
And running out of
Where do you go when your life's gone wrong and you can't tell your mama or she'll call you home
Oh, what do you do?
When you're down to your last cigarette, and your life's so full of regret
oh, where do you go?
You're daddy's little girl, yeah you're his world, can't let him know how this unfurled
Oh, what do you do?
It's a big scary town with you in the middle, like a china doll you feel so little
oh, where do you go?
"Here I am!" you want to scream, lost in the city you walk the balance beam
Oh, what do you do?
The apartment's a mess and you're just a wreck and vain hope is all you've got left
oh, where do you go?
Pocket's full of change,
Here it is,
Music that reaches into the furthest depths of your heart and pulls and tugs and vibrates the strings, deeply and intimately,
low and gentle, patient, as if taking in your story;
not loud, but close, full, and coaxing, as it begs you for more;
Yet the pace increases, elegantly it grows and fades in volume, notes surrounding you quicker than your fingertips can mount the keys
And then it’s screaming, in its high pitched way, anxious squeals flying about the room, rapidly, impatiently, filling your mind and your soul, exhausting all that you can hold-
And it slows again
Soft and delicate, light as a feather
Apologetic and und
Water runs downhill in the cracks of the streets and I grin, wide.
The world has been set free.
The lioness Mother Nature is out and she is roaring, proud in this early day of March.
The weak snow piles left are pelted by the droplets
Like my heart, set free of its heavy burden, winter.
The chills and snow and cold bitter days are leaving,
I want to play.
rain
It rolls in sheets down the rooftops as it gains in strength.
The wind gives it an angle it stays true to, lightning dances to the ground.
Thunder, never far behind, awakens the need in me to rejoice for
the time has come.
I shall dance in the soft glow of the street lights i
Let's talk about the future until we fall asleep
My best dreams come when you're holding me.
Your arms are warm and your perfume's sweet.
We're in love
It's ridiculous
Some call it lust
'Cause we're promiscuous
But we mean it this time
I'll only take what's mine.
Young Love.
We will last forever
Because we're perfect together
Let's be so cliché it's not even cute
Finish each others' sentences right on cue.
Let's love like we have nothing to lose
Giggle as we try to hide the purpling bruise
Chuckle at our friends' envy
Until it ruins everything we could be
Pull ourselves together
Through all our tears
Whisper the honest truth
About all our fea
A strange addiction to sickly sweetness draws me closer. A fruity deliciousness arises as she runs her tongue slowly across my bottom lip. An inward moan pulls her closer as I revel in the fact twizzlers lead to teases. I feel her hands run up my back before she grabs hold of my loose blonde curls. The domineering look does her justice, as she pulls my hair to reveal my neck to the tongue she tantalizingly traces down my neck and to my collarbone, where she nips, letting go of my hair. Dragging her nails roughly down my back, resting her hands on my hips as she leans her torso onto me, laying both of us down on the tangled sheets below.
The sun streaming in through the curtains makes me reminisce of an easier time
A time without the worries and dreads and premonition of the horrors to come
A time when I could be me without the labels and regrets and apologies left unsaid
A time when my house was a home, when I had time alone and could breathe without anyone haunting me
Back when I didn't have to care, to watch what I say unless it was a game that I liked to play.
A closure I'll never have, a time I'll always miss,
When I could quick lean in for a soft goodbye kiss.
A time of freedom and pleasure
Without so much of this horrid pressure.
As the chill floats in the window betwe
What if I told you I missed you,
How would that make you feel?
Would the look in your eyes pierce my heart
The way it used to in my fear?
What if I told you
I still have it all
A box of your words
From before our grande fall?
I may not have much to offer
But painful memories
But would you still be afraid
If I begged you on my knees?
What if I told you,
I never remember much,
But it still makes me giggle
That conversation we had about Dutch?
I know you think now that it's over
I honestly don't care about you
Please get that out of your head
That's anything but true.
It's just, things've changed
Time lost and new love gained
And if I know you l
Where do you go when your life's gone wrong and you can't tell your mama or she'll call you home
Oh, what do you do?
When you're down to your last cigarette, and your life's so full of regret
oh, where do you go?
You're daddy's little girl, yeah you're his world, can't let him know how this unfurled
Oh, what do you do?
It's a big scary town with you in the middle, like a china doll you feel so little
oh, where do you go?
"Here I am!" you want to scream, lost in the city you walk the balance beam
Oh, what do you do?
The apartment's a mess and you're just a wreck and vain hope is all you've got left
oh, where do you go?
Pocket's full of change,
Current Residence: Nebraska. Favourite genre of music: Some of everything Favourite style of art: anything expressive MP3 player of choice: my Ipod Favourite cartoon character: Gru from Despicable Me ^^
Acoustic guitar makes me sad.
But it's one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. I love string instruments.
Her back rubs are the first craving I get.
They're fucking delish, and work for any mood. Especially with all the chunky babies we have at work. BUT! The chunky babies are not a problem.
Sexy isn't just bikini bod.
It's the smirk, the mischievious eyes, the uncontrolled sounds. The banter.
I memorize city populations.
It's probably all the travelling to my several family holidays. But yeah...it's an ACTUAL thing.
My room's always a mess, but I'm a giant neat freak.
I'm just super freakin' lazy
Some outgrow their impoverished youth, others left to worship it as a sort of pagan deity. It's similarly outside the social norm, but perfectly acceptable to themselves as a character. A way of life, mayhap misunderstood by the outside world, but strictly observed to them as an idealistic struggle between socialized beings of the same race and what they find themselves loyal and stubbornly attached to. Smite me if you will, but it's sort of admirable. How many people find themselves so deep seated in a belief, a support system of their own design, that they can originate such disdain from the outside world who considers themselves insiders?