and all the bells, they sang and cried ( Read more... )

molly spoke of a shootout on the bridge, the old hickory bridge ( Read more... )

 1. honey honey honey ( Read more... )

send me a letter, mail it to france ( Read more... )

I met her sometimes last thursday, watching her comb her hair on a park bench ( Read more... )

fell asleep on the phone (again) I don't mind (yeah) goodnight (I love you too) this is a poem (iguess):

( i kiss like a monster )

last tuesday
you told me you wanted to be alone with me
and wondered why I turned around and
cried.

are they happy tears?
no.

saline
does not smile.
silly.

she reverts to her monochrome phase&
sends presses him out her front door to

grant his wish.

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doesn't that make no sense at all? I want to be alone with you. How can two people be alone ( Read more... )

There will be no flowers this time
There will be no more metre or rhyme
There will be no Mothers to hold our hands
We will not look up and see Peter Pan
There are no pianos to grace our sweat
This can only get better
and  Better
and Yet

a little bit of wine
is lovely and fine
but when you take home the flowers
you'll regret her in hours

Title: Leda and the Swan
Pairing: SaixIno
Word Count: 1453
Rating: M, 'cause there's hot sex.
Music: Lots of classical shit from the Lifescape's CD at Target, Evening Piano. Mainly Gymnopedie no. 1 and Claire de Lune.
Summary:
( A sudden blow: the great wings beating still/above the staggering girl, thighs carressed... )