and i dare you to forget the marks you left across my neck
woah had a lacrosse game today and we got our asses handed to us on a silver platter with a side salad, but Erica Lesser played awsome and she still rocks my world. shit i have a history essay tomorrow and i have to nail that thing in order to get a B+ on the test. history is is killing me. i re-strung Noelle's guitar today, but i need two more string soo....
heres my poem from poetry night (changed it a bit):
Since quiet is calm and sharp as ice
And the softest kisses
Remain forgotten to the wind
As dark is to the shadows of the trees
That sway
As living is to nothing
At all
Eyes closed with laughing
Sudden sadness
And empty promises promise nothing
As rain is to the mood of lovers
And lightning to the cries of desire
All fades if given time
Like paint falls from old shuttters
In the salted air
And white foamed oceans wash across the ghosts
That sleep along the shore
And all shall fade and fall
Like pebbles thrown into opake waters
Puncturing transparencies attempting life
In dark
But soflty not to wake
The night
heres my poem from poetry night (changed it a bit):
Since quiet is calm and sharp as ice
And the softest kisses
Remain forgotten to the wind
As dark is to the shadows of the trees
That sway
As living is to nothing
At all
Eyes closed with laughing
Sudden sadness
And empty promises promise nothing
As rain is to the mood of lovers
And lightning to the cries of desire
All fades if given time
Like paint falls from old shuttters
In the salted air
And white foamed oceans wash across the ghosts
That sleep along the shore
And all shall fade and fall
Like pebbles thrown into opake waters
Puncturing transparencies attempting life
In dark
But soflty not to wake
The night