Monday, December 22, 2003
Laur @ 12:42 AM
listening to Dave Matthews Band
Dear G.O.,
The times were always sacred in your room.
And now they're sacred,
because it's the people,
but did you ever stop to think...
it was you who brought us together?
Dependency;
this poem is
in
progress
like the rest of my life and all
my letters to yo-
u.
Laur @ 12:38 AM
listening to Dave Matthews Band
You look at me,
reflection of rejection.
Eyeshadow down your cheeks-
you've been crying for weeks.
The lights go out and you cannot breathe.
This, the opposite, of what we need.
That's all there is to it.
So let's go and do it.
Laur @ 12:32 AM
listening to Dave Matthews Band
You hold out your hand,
like you expect me to take it.
Try to understand,
they said "life is what you make it."
And back then you made it clear:
"I gotta get out of here.
God, I hate this place-
what else can I do?"
I thought, 'you can stay,
because I'm here, too.'
But back then you made it clear:
"I gotta get out of here.
If I were to stay,
I'd not see the world."
I thought, 'I'm sorry,
I'm only a girl.'
See, back then you made it clear:
"I gotta get out of here."
Don't you remember?
'Left me for better,
with the idea that
it'd be forever.
'Cause back then you made it clear:
"I gotta get out of here."
Yes, back then you made it clear;
so tell me, why are you here?
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Laur @ 10:38 PM
listening to Phish
Our love is like a cigarette;
we set it in the ashtray,
but the embers continue to burn.
The truth is
we are addicted-
one of us is always
coming back for more.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Laur @ 5:17 PM
listening to Sit Down, Stand Up by Radiohead
You taste like murder,
because each time I kiss you,
it is suicide.
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