Tuesday, August 17, 2010
help you once
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
a muse.
She returns to her room, drops her bag, falls onto her bed and looks at the fan spinning slowly. Far too slowly, must get up, make it move faster. When its hot, she feels cold.
I’m so hot for her, I’m so hot for her, I’m so hot for her. And she’s so cold.
Who did these people sing to or sing of in these songs. She placed the song in her mind, and sang inside. Imagined herself the muse of some rockstar. Must be quite a rush.
Closed her eyes
Damned if you won’t, come back to me and Damned if you do, forcing me to see
You aren’t really who, I think you to be Or maybe it is I, who isn’t really me.
Maybe you don’t need a muse. All you need is someone to push and shove your heart a bit. It starts bleeding music. Sometimes cheap, sometimes beautiful.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
you were the last high
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
nothing else compares
and my
life in a coldplay song, don't feel shy do sing along
where my
my days now lead, and how time does bleed
i'm not
not part of the cure, am I a part of the disease
singin..
argh
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