| match stems. |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
I’ve written tiny secrets on the stems of matches,
knowing their existence will eventually burn away.
And I wish I’d kept just one red-tipped phrase,
because then, when you asked for a lighter
to set your doubts aflame, I’d hand you a match instead,
and you would’ve known: you are my fire. |
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| fight. |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|10:20 pm] |
Wake me up when morning dies.
I live for the afternoons filled with birds and
filled with you.
And I don’t want anything.
I just need to bring
myself back to life.
I need something new,
something white,
but to leave is to give up.
And if you’re the one
I’m fighting for,
I never want to stop. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|03:55 am] |
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happy and free inside a world of misery. |
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| chapter 1 |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:23 pm] |
new beginnings. |
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