sleep to dreamthey sat together on the hood of a car. The music inside couldn't be heard over the traffic sounds coming from the highway just a few yards away. The old ratty car sat in a parking lot that was completely bare besides the flickering street light and the few peices of trash that blew with the wind. "What are you doing?" he asked, he looked over to the girl and watched her. She smiled, her eyes were closed. she laid on her side, and her knees were drawn up to her chest. "Trying to go to sleep, you dimwit" she gave a small laugh and patted him on the arm. Again it was silent, the cars zoomed past, an ambulance wailed in the distance. "Why?" he fsleep to dream
Just Another AddictionShe laid in the bed that she had made. Her eyes dialated, her mouth slighty open in a smirk. Her lipstick was partially gone from when she wiped away any trace of his kisses, of their kisses. Her clothes were scattered across the room, the washer in the kitchen rumbled noisly through the house as she purged her clothes of his smell. That intoxicating smell. Her hair was in slight dissarray, she had combed her hands through it again and again, thinking over it constantly. i did it. It is my fault. I am to blame. Those were her main thoughts besides : I love him. I hate him. He's mine. He's someone elses now.Just Another Addiction
She laid in the bed that she
The NotesHer fingers itched, each note passing before her eyes. She need to. She wanted to. She had to. She reached a hand tentively towards the familiar black and white keys her right index finger placed itself on the C note, as if it had a mind of its own. And she quickly lost track, and the notes that passed before her eyes found their way to her ears, and notes danced across her flesh making her shiver she wanted more her fingers danced faster,louder and then it stopped. it was silent the only sound was the fast coming of her breath the trembling of her hands the eThe Notes
A.d.d.i.c.t.i.o.n.I can't do anything withoutA.d.d.i.c.t.i.o.n.
V.e.r.i.f.i.c.a.t.i.o.n.
A corduroy absence blankets My shallow fascination Life seems so short, but
The precious moments linger on And the gasoline inhaled
Smells so unbelievably strong
I rot myself away in
Carbonated columns of
Empty tears and flying dreams That billow like clouds under A blurry sky
And I strive for it, more, more I'm this beautiful thing's Helpless little whore And what I adore
Are the kisses it spills
While I fly upon the Smoky, abstract hill
Devious Journal Entry
Frustrated
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Without Music, Life Would Be An Error°
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Cause I Know You're TO Lazy To Click The Icon: ~Queen666
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Because when the smack begins to flow, I really don't care anymore.
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Without Music, Life Would Be An Error°
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Cause I Know You're TO Lazy To Click The Icon: ~Queen666
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and SMILE AGAIN!!!
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Sincerly,
They call me "her"
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