| i havent writtened a thing for over a year the dream is becoming faint almost like a childhood memory if i dont grip on it if i dont twirl it in my hair like ribbons to carry it with me ....it will be forgotten. |
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| wheres the goddamn rose garden? |
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| looking back ohhh beloved i remember things you said to me
in the garden before the black sun rose
things you said to me
things you said ohhh beloved
and the promise that you took from me
now i see you standing to next to me
standing next to me
saying promise me
-"promise me"
(the ballad of jack rose)
we broke up and it literally feels like you teared out the heart you gave me and i did the same and now i wait for this hole to be filled .
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| there is no time to sleep there is fairy tales to be written and raspberries to be picked blue pick up trucks to drive in the back from laying down and having the swirl of the sky go fast in the back drop of trees ive never done so many things and what if i die in my sleep
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This college thing is not as hard as i believed you see
i see everything black or white
All or nothing
i guess its changing it wasn't helping me in the first place.
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