Friday 13 July 2007

"sorry honey, we don't sell new hearts here. try ebay."

some want to be lions.
others want to be cats.
but everybody wants to be everything they're not.

i gave up your bedsheets for half-hearted interpretations of dreams.
i'm tired of selling souls at the side of the road for thoughts not even worth pennies.

this is the guilt distillery functioning at maximum capacity.
viewer discretion advised when disguising mistakes with goodbyes.
hearts are canvas' -
and i'm ready to graffiti my shit all over them.

Wednesday 4 July 2007

let me tell you, read all about it.

some days i wake up and imagine saving the world.
other days i can't even work out how to save myself.

Tuesday 3 July 2007

timelines

i'm trying so hard to remember when carefree became careless...

Sunday 1 July 2007

the very best of...

the smiles we cashed away for rainy days.

i can talk to you, as long as you don't say anything.
my head is a buzz of people and places and situations that passed me by.
in the wink of baby blue eyes.
home is a hive, and i never learnt how to pay my way.

want to hear a secret?
from me to you?
verse and words defined/disguised my metaphors and slurs of "i fucking l-l-love you".
sure you do(n't).

drink up, time's up.