THE REAL SIMPLE BUT TRUEIf I said I loved youTHE REAL SIMPLE BUT TRUE
Would you love me too? And if I said I liked blue Would you like blue too And if I looked at the clouds Would you look at me And if I asked what you knew Would you tell me the truth Because if you said you liked me I'd think I loved you And if you said you liked green I'd think I liked it best too And if you looked at the stars I'd look at you And if you asked what I thought I'd smile and kiss you on your cupid's bow lips and not say a word.
We All Fall DownFrozen beyond the look of recognition your Face smiles back to me in the hopes of reconciliation But I don't believe in forgiveness for betrayers as who's to say It won't happen again to me and you and them andWe All Fall Down
Why am I the bad guy because I am looking after myself for
Once in a lifetime and I can't seem to accept That you would do the same again to me to you to them And why should I take a chance on this nonacceptance
So I pour what I have left into a Dixie cup and drink it down Mixing it with the bile in the back of my throat and it's what's inside that counts But without my gla
TwilightShe wanted to live in an old villa or a cottage by the sea ramshackle with cool slate flagstones covered in moss that cupped her feet like queens and grapevines trailing like brides down to the water where she would sit and paint the red boats and the warm slant of sun that toyed with the long morning and filled it with conversation.Twilight
She wanted to beckon the afternoon and gather it in her lap rocking in a bentwood chair under a trellis that grew ivy green like the madness of untamed summer where she could
WomanNo one tells you your arms are the Euphrates or that your long legs are the workWoman
of a clever devil and a blaspemy I have grown to crave. No one mentions how your skin distracts and how your clothes take on new life every time you stand up and the sun makes riddles of your thighs. No one says your eyes are a lost mile of treason or that your lips trespass like pirates between the sheets and make sleep a forgotten god. And no one reminds you that the shape your voice takes when dawn stretch
Breathe
| I'm Desiree, 18, and going to community college studying fine arts and graphic design. Someday I'll have some art up here, but i want it to be good stuff instead of my "journal" art. =] |
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