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You always look for the ones who look to be at their worst all the time. Perpetually digging at rock bottom, never looking up. The ones who are on the pills to keep them from hurting themselves and talk to a very expensive listener every week. These are the ones you go for, to get your jollies off. Everyone wants to be a savior somehow, until they see how much works involved.
I mean, even Jesus had to of had a breaking point. You think heaven is structered as a highschool? Superficial everything decking the walls, lovely tile of abortion meeting beautifully crafted stairs of emotional breakdown. All leading to the open courtyard of supreme lachrymose, depression and the centerpeice of god, wishing everyone would just shut the fuck up. Look ahead at whats real, what matters.
No, Jesus had to be more understanding than that. So you are too, after you find your perfect girl, already having a horrible day... her eyes swelling with tears. You take it slow, and she's so grateful to finally have an pair of arms open to her she tells you everything. And you just nod, stroking her hair back from her eyes, resting your lips on her forhead when shes done and whispering, "It's okay, you'll be fine now. I'm here, we'll be alright now. Just rest."
And her breath catches some, like when you studder, gasping for air in a hard cry as she looks up into your eyes and smiles, calming herself. She lays her head back against your chest and you've won. She can be all yours now if you just play your cards right, and she doesn't try to kill herself or anything. Beauty is such a delicate thing... women will eat anything up you say when they want to hear it, it doesn't matter whose face it comes from. A smile slices across your face, wide and smug as you just keep brushing her hair back, gently.
"You're fine now... we'll be just fine, beautiful. Just fine... my god, you're so beautiful..."
Her name starts with a V. She's royalty, has her own castle. German with green eyes. Stunning, when she smiles its like the world is being born again and only I can see it. She hates to be tickeled but always smiles after. She sleeps too much but its a reason for an afternoon nap, with her and its priceless. Shes smart, smarter than I am and that kind of scares me, she writes, and its so much more eloquent than what I have. She'd have fast food over mazarros and this i just cant understand, listens to 80's music and all the best bands...and yet I can't understand. Whats she really mean....
I mean, even Jesus had to of had a breaking point. You think heaven is structered as a highschool? Superficial everything decking the walls, lovely tile of abortion meeting beautifully crafted stairs of emotional breakdown. All leading to the open courtyard of supreme lachrymose, depression and the centerpeice of god, wishing everyone would just shut the fuck up. Look ahead at whats real, what matters.
No, Jesus had to be more understanding than that. So you are too, after you find your perfect girl, already having a horrible day... her eyes swelling with tears. You take it slow, and she's so grateful to finally have an pair of arms open to her she tells you everything. And you just nod, stroking her hair back from her eyes, resting your lips on her forhead when shes done and whispering, "It's okay, you'll be fine now. I'm here, we'll be alright now. Just rest."
And her breath catches some, like when you studder, gasping for air in a hard cry as she looks up into your eyes and smiles, calming herself. She lays her head back against your chest and you've won. She can be all yours now if you just play your cards right, and she doesn't try to kill herself or anything. Beauty is such a delicate thing... women will eat anything up you say when they want to hear it, it doesn't matter whose face it comes from. A smile slices across your face, wide and smug as you just keep brushing her hair back, gently.
"You're fine now... we'll be just fine, beautiful. Just fine... my god, you're so beautiful..."
Her name starts with a V. She's royalty, has her own castle. German with green eyes. Stunning, when she smiles its like the world is being born again and only I can see it. She hates to be tickeled but always smiles after. She sleeps too much but its a reason for an afternoon nap, with her and its priceless. Shes smart, smarter than I am and that kind of scares me, she writes, and its so much more eloquent than what I have. She'd have fast food over mazarros and this i just cant understand, listens to 80's music and all the best bands...and yet I can't understand. Whats she really mean....