

Hansolo and IHe was a 6-foot-2 street performer with the most vivid eyes and charming crooked smile. He wore plaid on Tuesdays, and cowboy boots in the summer; so he says, and so Ive seen. During the time I knew him, three major things happened that I would never be able to take back: I met him, I loved him, and then I left him; though he would have no way of knowing.Hansolo and I
His name was Hansel, and he was 21. His home was in Toronto, on the corner of Front Street. He would sit on a stool just in front of the CN tower where he knew that he'd get an audience and lay his guitar case out in front of him, inviting spare change and the occasional b


Love is dynamiteI've swallowed a firecracker Just to feel the explosion The spontaneous combustion to start a crazy emotion.Love is dynamite
It feels like dynamite, And I'm just completely insane like that.


Please ExplainYour arms rocketed me into the sky and I dipped into the star-lit ceiling of night whispering colors and bursting into millions.Please Explain
I forgot the feeling; you reminded me how like a tower I fell into the arms of lonely.
No more, my mind says no more. No more! NO MORE!
and my fingers feel like sacs of jelly unable to grip onto a concept called life, won't you explain?
Mine ears are virgin. Please explain.
The only thing I understand is that I smile when I am happy, and I cry when I am sad


Kissing My Best FriendI let it all go and kissed my best friend, Too much had been said, too late to pretend That I hadn't been waiting forever and more The opportunity arose like a knock on the door I didn't settle for nothing, I went for it all Completely aware that I could mis-step and fall But on the other side the invitation was caught Load, aim, fire; I had only one shot.Kissing My Best Friend
And the walls crumbled down, the shutters torn open I leaned in and kissed with all left unspoken And as I kissed, my best friend kissed back We fell through the earth in the spot we had sat Four eyes closed, two


The Reds, Yellows, and Blues1.The Reds, Yellows, and Blues
I bit my nails, tasting old polish and dirt and grief. The habit returned two weeks ago, as if it was never broken, as if I never stopped loving it. Habits are like people in every way but this.
Like people, they control you unless you control them.
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Two weeks ago I waited for you at the park bench, it was a beautiful day. When the sun went down I bit my nails, waiting for you. When sky started crying, I did too- then I went home.
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Sorry is only a word. You don't really have to mean it to say it.
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I feel like a
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cheers!..
Tihare.
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Omnia Renae venalia sunt.
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"Will we ever be the same when we're closed in by other walls?"-Go Ask Alice
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by : yudisain_81
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Love, I'd say.
And thank you for the
Where have you been hiding, anyway?
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I am not like most things youve stolen before
I thought I had H1N1 but I think it's just a normal flu. I'm better now, but I have to spend two more days at home because the school won't take me back, lol.
It sucks!
buuut, life does suck sometimes.
but but but, this past weekend was the livest weekend in a while, like, theeeee best!
so it makes up for it.
How have you been?
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Love, I'd say.
So glad you had a great weekend! Mine wasn't bad. I had two shoots - one on location, and one for me in my studio, and they both went so, so well.
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I am not like most things youve stolen before
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Love, I'd say.
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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