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Time passes.
I WILL comment you back, gimme time. Promise.
(I can speak more than one language <3)
I feel as though I've attained some new eloquence, some pessimistic sturdying inside my bones.
I wish the pavement could scrape my mouth smooth.
And it'd be ocean stones on my tongue, all day, every night.
I wish this were in my skin and across my brainwaves, but you just swallow up everything in that head of mine, including my better judgement.
The clouds and the waves mimicked your smile today and it just refuses to stop pulsating inside every molecule that creates me as I am.
And I'm sure the heat of the sun evaporated a few of my layers and they're falling onto you as I watch her dip lower and lower into the ocean.
I want to meet someone who can inspire me to write something better than that bullshit. Intoxicated or not, I'm slacking. Someone revive my pep.
To the fullest. Odd at times, but mostly just energetic. When I crash, the sun bruns out and my world goes into an ice age. But just as our biological world does, mine resurfaces through the soot and ice and it returns to it's lush green splendor. Please don't judge me before you know me, I really am a sweetheart.Ask anybody : D
But honestly...I'm so empty. Not even lying, and although I probably shouldn't show so much emotion on myspace, my eyes are filling with tears. I wish I'd let the right person in, I wish I could show more people who I really am. I wish I hand't ******** up so many times, lost so much trust, and become what I used to be. It wasn't a greta person.
I sacrificed everything for someone who isn't even around anymore. ******** me. I'm too good to those that don't appreciate it. And I don't give those that do appreciate it the chance. So I just wanted to apologize. Maybe try and turn over a new leaf, although I'm quite sure I've picked my tree clean. Good thing I've got a forest, eh?
I'll give you a reason to wake up.
The way the sunlight glints off your collarbones in the most incandescent way; you could Mercury, glowing silver and enveloping every nerve ending in my body, clogging pores and suffocating molecules, and it was bever as beautiful to disintegrate as whenit's your chemi cals fusing into mine. To heart the world is one thing; to warm my bons and keep my heartbeat regular; to raise hairs on my arms and create this sense peace in my chest is another.
You are something else.
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