~adam j. butler~
Will we ever find the one, that we were meant to love, like we want to be loved
take this flight into the sun,or did they die, in a dry hump fire, years before we were born
when all the hogs devoured the dogs, like lightening after the storm
and her lips were wet, like a rose with summer sweat
and when our eyes met, i knew i was through
tiptoes on cobblestones, in glass stilettos, it breaks my knees when she hides her nosebleeds, in my dreams as i sleep
and i know i'll never be, the man that she thinks she really needs
but it don't stop me, from trying to be
and i scream ice-cream
goddamn you miette, goddamn
i let down my guard, and lifted up this heart, so now it can go and break again
goddamn you miette, goddamn
i let down my guard, and there goes this heart, straight up and out the window again goddamn, goddamn, goddamn godbless.






-jeannie
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alright, which of you jocks put gateorade in my bong?
or am i just another #102?
Happy Easter, my friend.
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He's become an obsession really. How can one crave another so? I'm not sure, but even he will be purged soon. With the aid of a little spit, polish, and, of course, torture. I hope that I am there when he breaks.
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