i feel like this isn't me.
it's hard to say,
like there's something
crawling around
something that's bigger.
it's fall
time to put on the mask
time to pretend i have some sort
of talent that if i had i wouldn't be here.
sometimes i'm weak.
sometimes i break.
sometimes i get sick of smiling.
sometimes
sometimes.
tell me when to stop. x3.
i did something that i am not ashamed of.
even though you'd like me to be.
but tonight isn't about that.
i'll emulate and imitate
and never originate.
and you can fuck off, because i'm happier that way.
these are never songs, just fragments of poetry
i apparently missed writing when i was fifteen.
like everyone else with the internet or a spiral notebook
i'm aware that i'm just another cliche (and no, i don't do it best.)
sometimes all it takes is one thing to make you smile.
at least i don't have that hair.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
wish I could take the puzzle pieces
pile themback intoplace
pick up each worried life
And make it a perfect picture
Snapped into spaces
Instead of broken into bits.
Friends close and far
Keep me going to the end
For you if your head is as mixed up
As mine gets sometimes (may contain nuts)
I love you, i'd do anything to make you Guys smile (I'd swim the ocean for you)
Say the word
And I'll give you back more than you need
pile themback intoplace
pick up each worried life
And make it a perfect picture
Snapped into spaces
Instead of broken into bits.
Friends close and far
Keep me going to the end
For you if your head is as mixed up
As mine gets sometimes (may contain nuts)
I love you, i'd do anything to make you Guys smile (I'd swim the ocean for you)
Say the word
And I'll give you back more than you need
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
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