reading me.
pleading with the deepest.
finding you.
fading into my every breath.
find in me. your room to breathe.
i'm bleeding the most cliche lines from the most cliche movies.
i'm posted to your wall.
i'm on the ceiling. taking in the view. watching, breathing your every move.
i.found.in.you.my.room.to.breathe.
and.if.only.you.could.read.my.mind.you'd.decide.to.leave.
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not really a poem. just a bunch of ideas i have in my noggin.
Here's my lullaby: Pray for rain, lose your name and watch all your dreams fall through...hush now, don't you cry...
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jeshush. i have bad typing skills.
and the reason.for.this was the lack of a spacebar on sarah's computer.
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*speechless*
Le clappies
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i.found.in.you.my.room.to.breathe.
and.if.only.you.could.read.my.mind.you'd.decide.to.leave.
Asa can go fuck himself.
This is amazing.
The "find in me. your room to breathe." part was my favorite. It sounds so perfect!
Love you. (I'm not a liar, damnit!)
-Emmz
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Ceiling's not spelled accurately. I'm not a big fan of the I'm.typing.my.words.with.a.period.between.them.and.not.even.one.space.because.then.it.wouldn't.hurt.your.brain.as.much.
thing.
I think I WOULD have liked it if it hadn't been like that. It was rather curious in font.
~Asa of the Gemini Crabs of Pisces -
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Actually, I don't apologize. Miranda, for once, (ew) is right. You can go fuck yourself. You child humping dog.
=)
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