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Here's a piece of writing I did, kind of a personal narrative of my life and my emotions these past few months.
Next time it won't hurt so bad.
He told me once how he all dreams of is dying.
I told him that I dreamt of us together again eating watermelon.
He laughed, and I was happy.
I loved his laugh.
_you haunt my dreams_
But now he's gone, and I'm left with nothing. Just a memory of the places we went together, and the hope that maybe he's thinking about me at this very same moment.
He told me once how all he dreams of is dying.
Now all I can dream of was how we died.
You and me died.
My heart died.
And I think I fell in love with him
The stars were beautiful tonight.
And its times like these that make everything worth it.
We both painted, but for a while, I couldn't. All of my brushes were gone, and I was too broke to buy anything new. He said he'd give me some of his, and never did. Now all I want to do is have a paintbrush of his so it's something that I'd have to remind me of him. But I have nothing; I used to think that I had his heart. Now I'm not so sure.
I tried to paint you yesterday,
But the colors weren't beautiful enough.
Why don't you call anymore? I can't stand to not hear from you.
When I haven't heard from you in a while, I get lost in my feelings and look someplace else. But then you call and every thing's all right. There isn't anything about your voice that doesn't make me feel good. You will always have a place in my heart.
Everything in the day is just a prelude to see the person you love.
Our time apart is the prelude to seeing you once again
Oh I can't wait.
_I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain._
I think it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are aligned and when we kiss, the stars automatically turn brighter in the dark midnight sky.
It's weird when you tell me things about the people you're meeting over there. I wish I was there, with you, meeting them and seeing you.
Isn't lust a sin?
I think so.
Sinful.
Ink dripping from painted paper flowers
as the rain pours down in sheets like tears from her eyes
as she sees her work being destroyed before her.
Layers of color among the trees
as the tie dye clouds collide into a cartoon blue sky
trees as green as a new shirt straight from the package,
and the two touching each other as if they were in love with their souls.
I think I'm in love with your soul.
You're my best kept secret
and I'm the one you never dreamed you'd kiss.
You wrap your arms around me
and the world
disappears
"so oblivious when we met, and now im in awe.
nervously looking down, chewing on my straw.
lost in the light of her eyes, melting in her hands,
my heart is jumping, I'll know where it lands.."
Next time it won't hurt so bad.
He told me once how he all dreams of is dying.
I told him that I dreamt of us together again eating watermelon.
He laughed, and I was happy.
I loved his laugh.
_you haunt my dreams_
But now he's gone, and I'm left with nothing. Just a memory of the places we went together, and the hope that maybe he's thinking about me at this very same moment.
He told me once how all he dreams of is dying.
Now all I can dream of was how we died.
You and me died.
My heart died.
And I think I fell in love with him
The stars were beautiful tonight.
And its times like these that make everything worth it.
We both painted, but for a while, I couldn't. All of my brushes were gone, and I was too broke to buy anything new. He said he'd give me some of his, and never did. Now all I want to do is have a paintbrush of his so it's something that I'd have to remind me of him. But I have nothing; I used to think that I had his heart. Now I'm not so sure.
I tried to paint you yesterday,
But the colors weren't beautiful enough.
Why don't you call anymore? I can't stand to not hear from you.
When I haven't heard from you in a while, I get lost in my feelings and look someplace else. But then you call and every thing's all right. There isn't anything about your voice that doesn't make me feel good. You will always have a place in my heart.
Everything in the day is just a prelude to see the person you love.
Our time apart is the prelude to seeing you once again
Oh I can't wait.
_I miss you, yeah, like the deserts miss the rain._
I think it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are aligned and when we kiss, the stars automatically turn brighter in the dark midnight sky.
It's weird when you tell me things about the people you're meeting over there. I wish I was there, with you, meeting them and seeing you.
Isn't lust a sin?
I think so.
Sinful.
Ink dripping from painted paper flowers
as the rain pours down in sheets like tears from her eyes
as she sees her work being destroyed before her.
Layers of color among the trees
as the tie dye clouds collide into a cartoon blue sky
trees as green as a new shirt straight from the package,
and the two touching each other as if they were in love with their souls.
I think I'm in love with your soul.
You're my best kept secret
and I'm the one you never dreamed you'd kiss.
You wrap your arms around me
and the world
disappears
"so oblivious when we met, and now im in awe.
nervously looking down, chewing on my straw.
lost in the light of her eyes, melting in her hands,
my heart is jumping, I'll know where it lands.."