Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

A Part of Me Is With You

Even though you're gone, I can still feel you here,
playing with my hair, whispering in my ear.
I still feel your gentle touch,
your lips pressing against mine,
it isn't every once in a while,
baby, it's all the time.

I can see your beautiful blue eyes,
the contagious smile on your face,
you move with such perfection,
you move with such grace.

Your crisp blonde hair blows in the wind,
& I fall for the sweetheart that lies within.
You hold me close, I'm feeling safe & snug,
now you're filling my head with your artifical love.

So how does it feel to know you have the power to break me,
make my world come crashing down?
You let your fingers dance upon my skin,
& I can't even make a sound.

My heartbeat speeds up & it becomes perfectly clear,
that you don't love me & I don't belong here.

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