Sweet Marie, how cold your body can be
I took my SAT yesterday, it wasn't too bad, I think. There was a question with my name on it, there was one on the PSAT and the writing SOL too. After the test my mom made John and me pasta with meat sauce and we watched BET. Lauren and Zach picked me up and we met Jessica at Cafe Gutenberg and saw Stars Fell on at Alleykatz. Afterwards met John/Bill at B-DUBS, ate the spiciest damn wing ever. Today I wasted time, went to my SAT class and Jason and I went to Chipotle. MMMMM. I can't find a prom dress, someone go shopping with me plz.
This week is going to suck, thank god for Spring Break!!!!!!!
Found my old journal yesterday, here's a
this room stands still, like a picture from your life
and I can't separate the tears, from the blinking of my eyes
and your watch is on your nightstand
waiting for you to put it on,
your pants still hang on your dresser drawer, even they wonder where you've gone.
my cousins and I, we drink to your life and to take the edge off this pain.
your alarm clock's numbers still blink,
with the time you were supposed to wake,
and the room still smells of the air in this room
telling me that you should be here.
the friends and the family and the flowers just make this seem less real.
we were supposed to go to Venice this spring,
spend some time together,
just you and me.
the doctors couldn't figure out, just what went wrong
but placing the blame on someone else,
can't change the fact that you're gone.
EDIT:
Still close at heart.
This week is going to suck, thank god for Spring Break!!!!!!!
Found my old journal yesterday, here's a
this room stands still, like a picture from your life
and I can't separate the tears, from the blinking of my eyes
and your watch is on your nightstand
waiting for you to put it on,
your pants still hang on your dresser drawer, even they wonder where you've gone.
my cousins and I, we drink to your life and to take the edge off this pain.
your alarm clock's numbers still blink,
with the time you were supposed to wake,
and the room still smells of the air in this room
telling me that you should be here.
the friends and the family and the flowers just make this seem less real.
we were supposed to go to Venice this spring,
spend some time together,
just you and me.
the doctors couldn't figure out, just what went wrong
but placing the blame on someone else,
can't change the fact that you're gone.
EDIT:
Still close at heart.