

i just missed themStars never shone as bright as they did tonight collected in your glass, gin soaked limes that you chewed on skin and all, skin and all. you've yet to make something of it yet. slurred on about my dress and the blue tights that clashed. sighed when my phone rang, bitched on and on and on drank more, vodka and a daiquiri and an ice tea. came back from the toilet a little more enthusiastic a little more enthusiastic. got louder and more obnoxious, until no-one wanted you and you refused to leave sat obstinate in your seat and everyone preferred you sober. but you didni just missed them


ch-ch-ch-changesÿþYou tore down my grandfather's avery, that used to swell and sing with a thousand canaries, coloured like rainbows through water. The roof caved in and sagged, weary with the weight of Winters since he left. The wooden beams rotted with woodworm and rain and they creaked and bent. Weeds grew freely, winding up the birdbath his father engraved and twining themselves around a withered blossom. Exposed to the elements, like nature should be.ch-ch-ch-changes
But not like that.
She gets older every day. She ages, decays with sagging skin lined with more and more cracks. Forces crumpled notes into my hand and tells me to


winter makes it coldand as the sun set over my field i thought of you. the cold winter evening slowly set in, the last few rays of sunlight weakly smiling down. that red tree still on fire my heart still on fire. i know you could never be the one but every so often you come back. a little relapse, if you like. charm me all over again, only not so bad. i never fall as hard as i did. a little stumble, if you like. huddled deep inside my hood i wish you were here, i can still smell you. even though that was creepy and over the top. you should be here, but i know i can't make you come. in any sewinter makes it cold
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I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk to fuck
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They say it's the last song. They don't know us, you see. It's only the last song if we let it be.
Have a pleasant day! Happy holidays too! Cheers.
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dance like john travolta
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The robin readbreast cries because nobody will notice if he's bleeding.
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"Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly?"
-Jemaine
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