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"{ bittersweet }"
&somewhat symphonies; you need a million different people
to die for.
living life as a masquerade ball; phantoms and cinderellas, superheroes and temptresses.
intense conversations, being proven wrong in mathematical debate
theory: intelligence over unprecedence
exit stage one: education
i. would you rather have:
an IQ of 200
common sense
ii. academically inclined awards, inborn talent. contradictory statements.
iii. circle one:
advanced math
advanced english
wiping tears away, retouching mascara and eyeliner; realising you don't need to be the smartest goddess on the dance floor. put yr mask back on, get outta the powder room, and break some more hearts.
laughing, talking--stopping in yr tracks. yr heart skips a few beats; romeo's eyes meet yours.
theory: the frangrance of forever compacted into two impossible seconds
exit stage two: lust to love
i. ditzydarling, be reasonable!. after all: how many special people change? // how many lives are living strange?
ii. what are the chances he'll stay?
iii. one last thing: when it comes to this, throw all yr resolutions and any advice out the window.
the air was so thin you could see the sparks flying one by one. time must have been working differently because this is a summertime kinda love, and it's only september [3, 2002]. get outta the powder room, and kiss him hard.
clock striking midnight, tired eyes and tired voices; the hostess closes the stage curtains.
theory: time for revelation, time for goodbye
exit third and final stage: fair well, farewell
i. a night to remember. speaking without thinking, mathematical theorems&postulates.
ii. ivory princessa gowns and the boy looking like a renaissance art student, a renaissance angel.
iii. hours of grace, hours of class. learning bits and pieces of forgotten languages; passive, submissive
one more glass of champagne, honey, write yr confessionals in a little red journal. symbolism and metaphors are unimportant. get outta the powder room for one last slowdance. and yeah, adieu.
.....
i'm sorry for not being here often. i still love you.
&somewhat symphonies; you need a million different people
to die for.
living life as a masquerade ball; phantoms and cinderellas, superheroes and temptresses.
intense conversations, being proven wrong in mathematical debate
theory: intelligence over unprecedence
exit stage one: education
i. would you rather have:
an IQ of 200
common sense
ii. academically inclined awards, inborn talent. contradictory statements.
iii. circle one:
advanced math
advanced english
wiping tears away, retouching mascara and eyeliner; realising you don't need to be the smartest goddess on the dance floor. put yr mask back on, get outta the powder room, and break some more hearts.
laughing, talking--stopping in yr tracks. yr heart skips a few beats; romeo's eyes meet yours.
theory: the frangrance of forever compacted into two impossible seconds
exit stage two: lust to love
i. ditzydarling, be reasonable!. after all: how many special people change? // how many lives are living strange?
ii. what are the chances he'll stay?
iii. one last thing: when it comes to this, throw all yr resolutions and any advice out the window.
the air was so thin you could see the sparks flying one by one. time must have been working differently because this is a summertime kinda love, and it's only september [3, 2002]. get outta the powder room, and kiss him hard.
clock striking midnight, tired eyes and tired voices; the hostess closes the stage curtains.
theory: time for revelation, time for goodbye
exit third and final stage: fair well, farewell
i. a night to remember. speaking without thinking, mathematical theorems&postulates.
ii. ivory princessa gowns and the boy looking like a renaissance art student, a renaissance angel.
iii. hours of grace, hours of class. learning bits and pieces of forgotten languages; passive, submissive
one more glass of champagne, honey, write yr confessionals in a little red journal. symbolism and metaphors are unimportant. get outta the powder room for one last slowdance. and yeah, adieu.
.....
i'm sorry for not being here often. i still love you.