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:: 2004 30 May :: 9.10 pm
:: Mood: indescribable
:: Music: sound of the rain falling outside...

crimson sky
tender eyes
an eager sigh
another perfect soul
is deeply quieted
into a soft, silent love

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 29 May :: 12.43 pm
:: Mood: completely happy
:: Music: good riddance

newest one
the countless stars
flickering sing
a song with wings
and i found love
resonating within
the delicious light

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 28 May :: 12.23 pm
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: broken-seether

nights of echoing rain
voices inside
and soft cries
gasping for beauty
the struggling silence
has wings

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 27 May :: 11.08 am
:: Mood: upset
:: Music: glycerine

untitled for now....

beautiful laughter
trickling tears
soft shadows to
fantasies and
dying air
whispered to
the escaped
walls with
faces smeared

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 22 May :: 2.22 pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: everytime

newest poem
::discarded lace::

you and the way you watched me
and me in the dress you loved
with the flowers sleeping in my hair

just something about the way you love me
that gets me like this all the time
and you with your smile beaming on me
and me with the blushing cheeks

just something in these moments that keeps -

dont let me lose you okay
dont ever let me lose you again
if the flowers fall out of my hair
and i never get to wear this dress you love
your smile never meets my eyes again
and i never blush from this feeling
just dont ever let me lose you again

your kiss that makes me feel sweeter
the taste of something that beautiful
dont ever let me lose it

there's something in the way you love me
just something in this moment that keeps-

by lindsey

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 30 April :: 7.18 pm

i believe i am getting sick to my stomach with this life im living right now. this routine life that never changes. and when it does it is always for the worse. im trying to think of something good thats happened lately. trying to convince myself that others do have it worse. but i just can't. not with things the way they are right now. i think im ultimately upset with just the fact that life has thrown me a major curve and i DONT know how to handle it. and i just want to be deeply and truly loved by someone. i want that someone to love every ounce of me and not care what i dress like or if i wear my hair weird one day. i want them to not care at all what im wearing or how i wear it- becasue they would love me, and that would mean they would love my style and how i talk, how i move, how i smile, my presence, the way i smell- nothing about me would ever get old to them. and i want the same for me. i want to love someone with that much passion. that nothing ever grows old. even though time passes so quickly and i grow old msyelf. i want change. i need change. but the changes that have been occuring lately are not very good. i dont know if i can handle it any longer...i cried so hard last night. i stopped. but it wasnt becasue i was done crying- it's because i made myself stop crying. i had a breakdown. probably the worst breakdown i've ever had. and i can gradually feel myself breaking. is that possible? can a heart really ache? is it true that when you figure out every thing there is to know about life you die? erica thinks so. i agree. that is why im trying to figure it all out quickly. to get away from this routine, old, unchanging, miserable place. and shes doing the same. i guess sometimes i've felt invisible. and then at other times i feel im in the spotlight...and dont know what to do about either one. so either way- it's uncomfortable. im not a miserable person. im usually happy. i dont want others to be sympathetic for me. i just want to know they care. and i believe there are people who care for me. im not some hopeless depressed person. but sometimes- you forget. you forget how much you're loved and how many friends you really have and you convince yourself somehow that you've just become invisible. and sometimes you just need a reminder to come along, tap you on your shoulder, and bring you back to life again. that is what i need. that is what a lot of people need.

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 20 April :: 4.57 pm
:: Mood: sympathetic

crystal in a world of glass

" A heart is a fragile thing- that is why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely; and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others- purer crystal in a world of a glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful. "

2 thoughts | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 13 April :: 4.21 pm
:: Music: Glycerine- Bush

***anything in caps is Chelsea Connor's FAVORITE lines
Like the time when spring arrives
your love, too, awaits me
with open arms
you hold me softly
and gently kiss the petals
on the flower in my hair
your eyes are beautiful as ever
and your loving heart is
shown through your touch
i want to love like this forever

your lips are the color of the
faded leaves taht have
fallen to the ground
and when you kiss me i shine
like the stars that glow so bright
at twilight

but the warmth that comes
from your gentle voice
wraps me up in this beautiful
moment with you
light up the lonely, cold nights
and get us through the fierceness
of Winter's silent wind

Just like spring and its flowers
coming through the ground
that once was covered with ice
our love has brought us through again
a new flower in my hair,
its dainty petals full in bloom
await your kisses that
have remained so sweet
and i await those kisses too
in your loving arms.

newest poem- by me. yay.
later - Lindsey

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 6 April :: 4.57 pm
:: Music: The Who (this is some good stuff)

cake day!!!! the big 1-5....everyone watch out. she's only 5 feet, but she's 15 and can pack a mean punch. (not really) but let's pretend!!!
well I am the big 1-5 ---- TODAY!
I AM THE BIRTHDAY PRINCESS AND EVERYONE LOVES ME!!!!!!!!! yay. well i'm having too much fun to write in this journal so i'm leaving now to go party hardy. (not really) but let's pretend!!! :) i love birthdays.


nathan- 5 months. and i swear it seems like i only love you more. i am so blessed to be with someone as great as you. i don't know what my life would have been like without you in it. thank you. i love you - always...


4 thoughts | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 5 April :: 5.26 pm
:: Mood: happy happy
:: Music: beatles

aloha to eiffel towers to you to cupcakes to llamas. this is to tyler. and tomorrow's my birthday- what?! heh i love....hmmm you can fill in the blank. thats a fun game.
let's see. this is for tyler. he is my friend. a very good friend indeed and he is going to buy me the eiffel tower and a llama to ride to his house on? and a hundred gazillion cupcake rings (whatever those are) yes he is. and our favorite word is aloha. because then you just never know. -lol- nope. not ever. love ya tyler- you're one awesome dude.

in all seriousness- thank you for always being there for me. there aren't words to thank you enough. :)



12 thoughts | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 2 April :: 9.09 pm
:: Mood: completely content
:: Music: the laughter of chelsea in my ear.....very loud

truly happy
i finally discovered that if you stop analyzing, stop worrying, stop trying to make things go a certain way...they work out for you. or shall i say- God works them out for you. I'm realizing through my faith in him recently, that ever since I have handed my life to him, things have gone so much better. I believe that "time is just God's way of making everything not happen at once"...I really do. I have come to a place where I'm realizing what I want, without having to try every other option out also, and be content with the outcome of what I chose. I'm fine with who I am, yet am still willing to change- not who I am- but things that effect my character. I love my boyfriend, who I thank God for putting in my life. He makes things simple, when I sit there trying to find an answer, he always has the answer in the easiest way to understand. He is a Christian, and very different from most guys his age- which I love. He's willing to risk stupid reputations, and caring what people think, just for his walk with God- and that is so incredible. He keeps me on my feet, reminding me each day of what is the right thing to do; no matter how hard it might be to do the right thing at that moment. And most of all- he makes me laugh, and smile...and laugh some more. I love him; and I love the relationship we have, and how different ours is from most people our age. Also- my friends. I went through a phase where I loved the friends I had made and just wasn't willing to "let" anyone take any of their places. I met people...but didn't get close to them. (if that is understandable) But finally this year, I realized how stupid that was, and started allowing people to come into my life, and allowing myself to trust them. (Which was also a big issue I had.... trusting others.) And now I look back, and I have made so many great friends; I don't know what my freshman year would've been like without them. ... Chelsea, Heather, Gwyn, Erica (whose been there with me through it all), Rachael, Ali and Kara- all of you girls are so awesome and wonderful. I love you all, and thank you for being so good to me.


5 thoughts | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 22 March :: 4.37 pm
:: Mood: crushed
:: Music: Bitter Sweet Symphony

this poem is for james hixon.....died 3/13/04
::Tear Stained Satin::

put the rose on the casket
but the flowers
won't heal the pain
gather together
by the empty presence
but in this goodbye
the words are lost in vain
they all wore black
and i swore i would scream
but nothing came out
just tears
the thought of your face
your hands so pale
against the satin
that will never be seen
the sweeping melodies
and floating notes
they played for you
but you'll never hear
don't leave me now
please not now
why a farewell so soon
i'm not ready
and neither are you
to carry this burden
when they bury you

the saddest part i believe was that you'll never know how many people came to your sorry james but i couldnt stand to look at you in that casket like that...i had to break down crying- i didn't mean to make a scene- and i know you would've told me not to cry....

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 19 February :: 7.41 am
:: Mood: confused

hmmm thoughts i\'ve never gotten to say out loud (im really screaming them in my head)
i cant help but seem to think
that in a way-
you've taken advantage of me.
a lot.
you liked me for so long
and then got me wrapped around
your finger and now-
act like you don't care.
this is funny.
not really but its the story i tell
myself everyday
to make me feel better.
about you.
and about me.
i know you care.
or at least you say you do.
it's so hard to convince myself
of that because you
treat me so differently
than any other guy
ever did.
i dont know if im upset.
or just scared.
that i'll lose the only guy
i've ever truly fallen
in love with.

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 11 February :: 3.12 pm
:: Mood: sick and sad

:: Songs That Kill ::

vision is blurred

and attempts are of

no avail

I believe

I hate you now

More than ever

And this cold only

Makes it worse

Donít try to break

The silence

For the silence

Breaks us

I say we should

Leave it

that way

Say something


To ease your anger


Iím sick of

Your immature

Insecure games

You play

I can love so

Well but with

You I hate


Block me out

But Iím forever

Floating here

If my life lasted

From silence

You would sing forever

Feeling high

From your hatred

Of the one I love

So go on

And shout your sentences

Iíll fade away

and You wonít mind

But once Iím dead

From your hateful


Iíll haunt you with

Tears and

Empty presence

You donít feel

For me or my tears

But one day youíll

Choke on the

Song that caused it

The song that Iíll scream

In your face

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 7 February :: 5.20 am
:: Music: third eye blind

could it be another poem? no way! yes way. it is yet another poem. i swear im not depressed.
:: Midnight's Sleeping Silence ::
when the lights go out
the sleeping silence
is more than she can bare
quiet memories
and haunting thoughts
will not leave her head
wishes to sleep
but when she sleeps
she dreams
and is caught in a world
where only daylight
brings her back
but the darkness
lulls her into a softly weeping sleep
and she's trapped-
in a place
where no one can
save her
but the light
that sheds
upon the flower's dew
as the darkness
slowly creeps by...

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 31 January :: 7.08 am
:: Mood: swimmingly
:: Music: blink 182 to piss nathan off

little sentences- part 2
good friends are good.
i like nice friends.
patrick is mean.
all the time.
but nathan likes him.
so i guess he's okay.

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 28 January :: 11.54 am
:: Mood: blah

little sentences- nathan you jerk this is for you. lol
today was okay.
talked to nathan.
said stuff i've always wanted to say.
feel better.
today was okay.
hopefully tomorrow will be even better.
bad friends suck.
yeah the kind that drop you.
but i can cope.

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 28 January :: 11.49 am
:: Mood: nathans the only person right now that makes me ha

:: yelling over the silence that deafens a
poor boy's mind ::

made your point
and she's over rated
your listening with
your ears shut
so pay attention
pause a moment
and she'll pass you by
your unprepared
she's unaware
you wanted more
and a hand to hold
she's not used to
such little attention
you fall in love
she'll fall for anything
better get used
to this new affection
keep her close
she'll drop you in a second
wait around
she's gradually learning
give her a chance
-and more than one-
all her life
she's been over rated

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 27 January :: 6.33 am
:: Mood: sad

poem to my best friend- i really do love her.
:: A Story of Miscommunications, Accusations, and Lies ::

this is the year

weíre falling out

falling fast

falling apart

this is the time

we never thought would come

(someone save us quick)

never imagined

it this way

didnít know something

I loved

Could hurt me so much

Made some mistakes

But nothing that

Could break us-

But you-

You broke us.

(please someone help us now)

waited around

not willing to let it go

to let it fall

to let it slip away

but my dear friend

-and no offense-

this pain I feel

stabs me

in my back

and I decided

best friends

donít carry knives

didnít mean to make you cry

from my stupid


guess growing up

comes with some petty

screwed up choices

but I also thought

part of your job

was forgiving and forgettingÖ

but in that guess

I was wrong

You only left me behind.

(someone take this hurt from me)

didnít think

I could go on without you

But now I see

Everything so clear

Iím making it on alone

Just fine

However my life

Will never be the same

Without you near

But it was your choice

What you wanted

So I guess itsí what you need

At that

Iím leaving you alone

You seem to be

Okay without me

Thought I meant

More to you

But youíve proven


Yeah it hurts

But I can cope

If this is what you want

cause all I really

care about is

how you feel

what you want

and how youíre making out

well you look happy

and that makes me smile

so Iíll smile

from a distance

(if only you felt how I feel now)

because now I realize

this is the year

weíre falling out

falling fast

falling apart

(only god can save us now)

this is the time

you leave me behind

donít worry-

itís nothing

I havenít felt beforeÖ

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 24 January :: 1.49 am
:: Mood: perfectly content

wow i write a lot of poems
::the remaining emotions of a sorrowful lullaby::

saw you once
the rejection was cold
singing for no one
and sitting alone
wishing for nothing
old feelings still there
never the same
yet nothing will change
(but i want it to change)

time is a fragment
and beauty's at stake
when it comes to
the state that we're in
murmur your lullaby
to calm the mood
but the monotone phrases
and emotions remain

the chill of the air
and the way you looked
hurts me to think
because the moment is thin
not a sound to break
the silence that chokes us
gently wishing for a sentence
never to be heard
(but it should be heard)

time is a fragment
and beauty's at stake
when it comes to
the state that we're in
murmur your lullaby
to calm the mood
but the monotone phrases
and emotions remain

you noticed me
as i walked away
not a second too soon
just a moment too late
never to be
and gradually dying
time to let go
this time it's for real
(but i didn't want it to be real)

murmur your lullaby
but the mood won't change
the tone repeats
and emotions remain
i guess we've learned
from the state we are in
that time is a fragment
and the moments are thin-

1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 13 January :: 7.19 am
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: noise and kisses- the used

good day today plus a new poem

"sixteen candles"

you sold your soul
for a pretty face
forgot your name
and lost your place
food thrown down the toilet
to lose the weight
hungry for something
you'll never taste
sadness stares back
each day from the mirror
nothing else matters
vision grows dimmer
obsessed with this sickness
that has eaten your soul
not what you wanted
yet you've lost all control
built yourself up
only to lose it all
you forogt what goes up
will eventually fall
blow out the candles
fading fast
black out after you wish
that breath was your last-


...this is about a girl who wanted so badly to be pretty and skinny and popular she lost sight of everything else in her life and forgot about what was truly important...she became bulimic and on her sixteenth birthday died...

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 4 January :: 12.00 pm
:: Music: complete silence

random thoughts at midnight
sometimes i think that the person who loves me the most will give me wings so i can fly away...but i guess the person who truly loves me is the one who convinces me to stay. i think i'm slowly becoming unafraid of death. i guess what has scared me the most is not the dying...but the leaving. leaving everything just unfinished, mistakes unforgiven, and words unsaid. my life isn't so bad- i know i have it better than others but i can't help but sometimes want to get away from it all. a lot of times i wonder how many times can a heart be broken- isn't once the limit? if so then there's no hope of putting mine back together.. if heartaches had wings i would've soared away a long time ago -

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2004 9 January :: 1.31 am
:: Mood: nothing

out of school for a little cold rain- never heard of such
new poem-


she smears her makeup
with her tears
as they fall down once again
her heart it breaks
in pieces
as she falls for him time again
another note is wasted
black ink bleeds
the pen falls from her hand again
one last breath not taken
from life itself
and now she's falling down
the tears have shed their last
drop of sorrow
the stars shine their blackest
lull tonight
the roses too shed their
solemn silent tears of dew
as everything leaves her sight...


kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 25 December :: 1.13 pm
:: Mood: extremely happy hyper excited crazy
:: Music: warning sign- cold play

christmas finally
wow this christmas has definitely been the best ever. i got the guitar i had wanted plus lessons and a case and strap and picks and an amp- wow that was a lot of 'ands', a new digital camera that is itty bitty- it fits in my pocket, a new cd player that is also an mp3 player, cds, dvds- both lord of the rings! and of course, clothes. i dont think i could have asked for a better christmas- and what better way to spend it than with your family? well im done talking for now... -Lindsey

"piercing pain"

remember the night
when you said the stars
shone like diamonds
as you played with my hair
and told me my eyes
glowed a different shade
of blue
as you kissed me
and told me your
secrets and asked
me new questions
about us
remember when we began
to argue when you
disagreed with the
attention i received
from others
and i told you not to
get jealous as you
screamed hateful words
at me and walked
out into the cold night
can you remember
when we made up
only to argue more and
all the times you were
late to pick me up
because you were getting
and when you began to
hit me but i excused
it because you were drunk
and you threatened me
not to tell anyone
as you finished your
do you recall the nights
i came to pick you up
from the bar
because you were to
drunk to drive yourself home
and our marriage although
new was already
falling apart
and i cried for you every night
and begged you to stop
your bad habits just to hear
you yell at me again
you dont remember the day
like i do
when you were put
in the hospital for drugs
and they asked me if you beat me
and i said no
just for you because somehow
someway i loved you
with more than i knew
and the doctor looked at
me funny as if he knew
my secret
and i left the room until
i knew he was gone
i remember the day
when we all wore black
and i mourned at
your funeral but
breathed a sigh of relief
all at once over you
and you alone
and everything you put
me through
and wished i could have
wasted my time
with someone else
that could have loved me

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 14 December :: 3.27 am
:: Mood: discontent
:: Music: Hands Down- Dashboard

tough stuff that makes you feel all blah inside
okay so this is how my best friend Erica describes her feelings for her boyfriend Rob:
"...I am head-over-heels; cant-sleep-at-night; cant-think-of-anyone-else; in love... everytime i see him, my heart starts to beat just a little faster.. just enough to get my stomach to tickle. then he looks at me.. ahhh. i love it..."

okay so imagine being as in love as that with a boy who doesn't express how he feels, and doesnt really call you, and doesnt know what to do in the relationship because its his first, and doesnt act like he likes you- but he really does- but it sucks because you have to keep convincing yourself of that. and oh i dont know- everyday you wish that something in him will change-even though you love EVERYTHING about him- you keep wishing for just one day that he'll kiss you instead of you him, and he'll look at you with that certain look and you'll get that feeling in your stomach, and that he'll just say something sweet, romantic- for just one day. one day. thats it. and then he could be himself and never speak another romantic word, or look at you in that loving way, or even kiss you perfectly- but you could be happy because you would have the memories of that one day, that one moment that he DID do it, and that would be enough to convince you for a life time that he felt for you as you did for him. that he actually loved you and had more to prove that he did besides the simple words, "i love you." imagine. try to imagine what that is like. when you're so in love with someone and you have nothing more than their words of "i love you" everyday to keep you going, keep you convinced that they feel as strongly for you as you do for them. it's so hard. and it keeps you confused. your brain battles with your heart and you start believing that maybe they just dont like you and the three words they utter so lifelessly and without expression everyday, just might be a lie. and that maybe they're sick of the relationship but dont want to hurt you and end it. you begin feeling like this more and mroe and soon- the happiness of just being with them is gone, and you find yourself longing for them to prove to you some other way, that they do feel for you as strongly as you feel for them. but it gets old waiting for this. and soon you're just - tired of waiting. and soon you just begin to give up- and happiness with them is no longer. imagine that.

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 12 December :: 5.15 pm
:: Mood: okay
:: Music: uriah omen

just shut up
life isnt going so well right now...
nathan doesnt talk much
nor does he act interested.
exams next week.
frankie i miss you.
josh raney it hurts that you are gone
i miss you more than you could know.
too much going on right now.
voice concert tomorrow- very nervous.
band concert on monday night...
we sound bad.
no sleep hardly at all
in a bad mood
trying to do more than i can handle.
friends who hate each other
and im always in the middle
- without volunteering for the spot-
i'll stop complaining now
and just shut up.


1 thought | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 9 December :: 6.15 am
:: Mood: depressed
:: Music: On My Own- Les Miserables'

words unspoken
this is a new poem i wrote late last's dedicated to all of those out there who I've so sorry.

Broken Pieces

this is a sorrowful apology
to all the ones who hurt from me
can not, will not sleep tonight
too many thoughts running through my head
too many words that have never been said
analyzing the truth
shredding it into lies
i hate what i love
yet love what i despise
the sound of heartbreak
will not leave my ears
the face of pain
does not escape my eyes
nor the feeling of sorrow
fade from memory
too many pages being written
and the ryhme is never real
so much ink being wasted
that cant express how i feel
my many thoughts will never be clear enough
to make this pen understand
and this paper agree
so this burden i carry stays with me
i hold the pieces of many hearts i've broken
and that will never be mended
from words unspoken.

and that's all for now. -Lindsey

kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 8 December :: 9.37 am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: there is- boxcar racer

the perks of being a wallflower
once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
adn his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all aobut
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
an dhis mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year that his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it

once on a paper torn from a notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and that's what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed it to her
that was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

2 thoughts | kiss my mischief blissfully.

:: 2003 4 December :: 7.24 am
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: stay together for the kids- blink

sick of thinking of a subject
okay i dont have much to say but i wrote this free verse poem a little while back and i wanna put it in here. im kinda shy when it comes to posting my personal writings but oh well. this one is entitled "evanescent"- and no i didn't name this one after the band "EvanEscence"- evanescent is actually a word. it means: tending to fade from sight, short lived; ephemeral, as to vanish--


he frightens me and i love it
his eyes withhold my stare
i get lost as i focus on his voice,
his words, his thoughts
spilling from his beautiful mind
and through his mouth
he makes me hate him
yet i love him all the same
i want to live inside of him
and get lost in his dreams,
his thoughts, his mind
and all that it contains
he leaves me speechless
holding onto every word
hoping the sentence won't fade
I'm evanescent to him
and yet he's everythign to me
I could never admit this though
not to a single soul
I'm so much safer trapping my
thoughts of him inside
I'm scared, afraid to lose
what we already have
I find myself hoping when we talk
it's more than just empty conversation
filled with empty words
he is so beautiful to me
yet i remain evanescent to him
--he frightens me and i love it--

yeah and thats it. its mainly just about a girl that is friends with a guy who she is in love with, and he just looks at her as nothing more than a friend and to him shes just another person in the crowd...she's evanescent to him- as in, when they're done talking, she dwells on it, and he forgets about it. anyways- that's all. peace.

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