Friday, April 2, 2010
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
You move me like the wind moves a flag. I'm here for you. Without you I'm just a brightly coloured piece of cloth on a stick. Which is fine but now I've flown on the current of your love I'm not content to be still anymore. What can I say to bring you back to me?
And your selfishness extinushes the fire of my heart.
I am breathless with you. If only you'd told how you really felt.
"Breathing's not the same since I take in air for you"
That's not me. That's A Static Lullaby's "The Annexation of Puerto Rico"
the air refused to move
balloons hung still
hawks wouldn't ascent
no leafs trembled
chimes ring silent
dust fell strait
childrens kites leaned
every flag hangs creased
the clouds all flattened
sails boats drift
a girls dress clung to her thigh
smoke stacks blackened the sky
not much time left for us, tell me tht ure so srry for d thing uve done & u really regret it. my bb pls... jst say it & im urs forever :)
We breathe the same air.
But I've held my breath for too long.
You don't need to breathe, let the breath breathe you. This is the movement of air, you can learn to love it too.
You have my last breath.
i love this blog. i truly do. i found another blog(similar, yet different). please do go take a look. =)
i enjoyed it.
I remember when just breathing without you was a battle.
I will breath the breath of life into you, because you must continue to breath as we are one, and if you stop breathing so should I.
beautiful. i love this site. please visit mine- all of you. i hope it speaks to you as well; i put my heart and soul into everything i write.
and i just cannot catch my breath...
I don't know what I've done, just that I made a mess of it. Worse than it was. I am sorry.
That explains everyting,
AHmazing. crisp image, crisp sentiment. melancholique - as always
my mom just told me to kill myself. this stopped me.
wild as the wind
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