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these words are random thought, words songs, poems and shit I like made up up and borrowed by amanda loconsole [email protected] [email protected] March 1998 When I look into your eyes I see nothing, a cold heart frozen from love and everyone shutting me out When I look into your eyes I see everything, your warm hand holds mine, the heat of your moist breath inviting me in Now everything has changed or stayed the same no when I look into your eyes I see me missing you my new life is here new hair new clothes new you everything everyone could want i am supposed to be happy and forgotten you i should be glad i moved on you weren't enough but now your all i want when i'm with him i think of you your warm face in mine melted into one thingour heavy breathing in sync your hands over me everywhere he is not even close why can't i forget you? I try to be strong and move on but i miss you I like my body when its next to yours if the point of it all is to be happy then why do you have to try so damn hard? sit down forget everything and sit their and analize something try yourself the hate flame comes and infects you dont let it infect you completely March 27,1998 ignore it all and try to forget for maybe if you wish apon that fallen star it will go away or escape from it all hide torture of the soul is missing and loving you so badly and then sitting across from you at the table of boundries and just being friends everyone is selling a product including themselves April 1998 from the pain of my heart of my chest of my regret I would just like to say I miss you I dont miss the quiet no,not one bit does the solitude hurt? shutting out the voices of incestous hate but knowing it will wait for you when you come out the dark void that fills the boredom and starvation of adventure television dinners and surfing the net for companionship make one try to forget what the truth really is just because it is fat-free doesnt mean it can't eat away your insecurites parasites eat away the parents of american trust. tell all your secrets to your talk- show god. cancerous flowers sit on your doorstep. it's all a conspirecy against you your local freakshow invites you over for tea at the 7-11 while they steal your prozac April 1998 he glances at you from behind the corner his virgen pale skin and white gold hair the iceblue eyes. you wonder what he is thinking, but i know he is planning how he will hold you down and rape your soul. the dirty whore-stained skin and black hair.his ice bluie eyes have tured into icecicles. he wants to hurt you the screaming solitude claws from withen nothing can save us from ourselves when our eyes met sparks aroused from withen my nearly- dead self the thought of what we could be flickers of dead hope cry out the warm tounge of desire tickles me forbidden passion lock up my heart and throw it away no regrets no hopes either what will become of us is their an us? one always want what they cant have May 28, 1998 Our eyes meet. i am so happy you're here (do i know happiness? just pretend) slowly you move closer to me little finger tips tickle me all over. just looking at makes me feel. a few words are mumbled, we both know what we want.... tips of lips touch each others a second is forever our tounges dance as your hands roam and explore i just hold the back of your head and my legs move you closer slowly ever so slowly you fiddle with my buttons and zippers seprate-boundries of materials soon undo themselves hands-touch everywhere in the basement of solitude i think i found some comfert to the grief pain and pleasure want and need something new comes so naturally even if only a second we are something primal urges and instilled guilt combine into this thing please don't say you love me for that is a hidden curse green grass in my hair and on you dousled self can we stay like this forever? | |||||||||||||||||
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