| take this to heart, i'll take it to mine |
[02 Feb 2005|04:48pm] |
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if you never want to hear me again, i'll drown myself in the tears that i once shead. you're oh so poise in the way that you never seem to care. and how long is this going to take you to decide my fate. this disaster could be a massacre or it could lead to a masquerade. just tell me if you're lying enough...just tell me if you're laughing enough right now. i promise i'll make you proud. your heart is beating way too loud and my lungs arent quite big enough. so have another smoke, and look up at the stars. maybe the the next time we meet we will be each others arms. well i'm tired of trying, are you trying to make me stop? maybe you should run away, or hide your feelings. dont use me as a blanket to spit your emotions onto. i promise the next car wreck you're in will be the last. dont try to run away, cuz your problems will make you make the same mistakes again. i just hope you'll find me out to be the last boy in your eyes. so here i am, i'm lying in bed again. phone on and i'm listening to the world outside. this disaster could be a massacre or it could lead to a masquerade. just tell me if you're lying enough...just tell me if you're laughing enough right now. i promise i'll make you proud. this awkward a feeling i think you'd believe you'd want to make it stop.
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| paint me out of this nightmare and into your arms |
[19 Jan 2005|09:29pm] |
i've pained a picture about 5 years ago
it was me and you hand in hand walking into the sun
the soft toned water colors were embedded into the canvas
it was a beautiful sight for sore eyes
you used to say that about me too
until you "lost that feeling" whatever that means
i think the only thing you've lost
was the dignity to stay with someone worth being with
you have no idea how much that made me think
that what we did was wrong
but everytime i thought of it i couldnt help but smile
and the condolences you keep leaving
on the answering machine are convincing
its like the sound of victory every time the phone rings
but the sad thing is that you've ended this "fling"
and those memories really are memories now
when the clock ticks twelve that just means a few more tears fall
and a little bit more paint runs from the canvas
because they were only water colors
and the salt from my tears eats away at the beauty
now this portrait looks like its been left in the rain
but you know...
i could always paint it over again
but now i'd use more glorious colors
and paint out your eyes with blacks and reds
and paint bullet holes and murders
but no...that would make you seem like a winner
so i'll just swallow my pride
and touch up the figures
because i know that you my dear will see what you've done wrong
and i wont need to be sitting hear listening to sad songs
i'll just grab another piece of canvas
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| hate letter to sweet melissa |
[19 Jan 2005|09:28pm] |
dear sweet melissa,
thank you
thank you oh so much
my everlonging heart is now bleeding
no need for stiches...
the blood will overrun the oxygen soon.
i thank you for your kindness
your love
and your morale
you were the only thing that mattered
im glad you feel so comfortable to tear me apart.
you said it didnt mean a thing
well it hit right home sweetie
i'm sorry i disappointed you
i'm sorry i cant make you happy
you're too good to be good enough for me.
you sent me for a loop this time
and i think its endless
points of no return are coming in clear these days
now and again i run into dead ends
thanks for everything.
one more thank you for my heart
one more for my life
and another for the love
i'm sorry i wasnt good enough
but thats prolly not either.
xoxo robbie
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| fashionably late was our finest feature |
[19 Jan 2005|09:17pm] |
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hello lover, its been about six years. the last time we met this way was on our way to the funeral. we played it off like two union soldiers amongst the bombs and sirens. and when people asked we shrugged it off. hello? oh you're indifferent now. i'm indifferent too...but i miss you terribly. please dont say its over again. the second time was hard but the third may be suicide. and please tell me that red ink and obsessions over dark colors is just a phase, because anymore...i dont know if you're the same one i loved. if we pull our knives out and put our guns down, maybe we could subsequently talk this over. my dear, i hope you realize you miss me just the same; my dear, come back to me this time. i know i've been known for the murder, but my killing streak is over. i've washed my hands; rid them of blood. our lips only battered and scarred from past love. hello...hello? that sounds like a dial tone...hello...hello? i just hope that this time it turns out so much better than last. i hope that if we choke ourselves to death with love, that it ends with each other. if we tie nooses around our throats, then maybe we will find ourselves to be much happier than before. if only we found ourselves lying in blood, could we have one last kiss, and be forever in love.
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| palm springs, florida |
[16 Jan 2005|10:03pm] |
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the last time i fell asleep in your arms, was the last time i wanted to ever go to sleep. the winter time is oh so beautiful, but i can't understand, how anyone could make it though without you. you make me feel so very happy. your beautiful blue eyes could make me suffer, instead i fall asleep alone. the last time i dreamt of you in my dreams, was the last time i wanted to wake up. the summer skies and ocean waves, make me wish i was on that beach alone with you. you make me feel so very happy. your beautiful blue eyes could make me suffer, instead i fall asleep alone. oh your presence makes me shake. oh i miss the way i'd hold you. oh i miss the drowning waves. oh i miss the ocean water, and falling in love with you.
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[16 Jan 2005|09:52pm] |
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