it's jasmine on a vine
twisting like july
she holds bugs in her palm
like kisses
held and tossed to the sky
it rained that night
settled the heat
you settled the score
i claimed defeat
it's a poem this time
a painting
or a postcard
it was scribbled and drawn
erased and torn
it was a breath
i held
a song we sung
and at last my darling
at last
we're done.
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she melts and mends. all the pieces scatter and shatter. and then they fit right back together.
hi. welcome to the unread ramblings of a girl with nothing important to say. this doesn't stop her from sharing all her meaningless opinions and observations. she swears. she can't spell. she binges on cake and vodka.
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
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