Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Monday, September 14, 2009

Where there's smoke


I ignored every lesson they had to say

And burned every bridge along the way

laid a trail of deceit along as I go

To get back to the things I used to know.

All just a memory now cause it’s never same

Gone through my options but I am to blame

They told me I’d learn but I thought I was clever

And honestly I wonder if now I know better

Always walking these roads but I never get tired

Can’t get back now ‘cause my path is on fire

Monday, September 7, 2009

Someday you will miss missing


That moment at 3:00 am I realized passion exists. It didn't hit me when I was talking to you and lusting over everything you said. But when I realized that you were the reason for my wondering down this dirt road at unusual hours, missing what used to be. what could have been.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better...

Okay, Okay

please don't fuck with my tranquility right now.

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Irish, Canadian, Anxiety. Related to Mark Twain.

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