keep this secret, that portia writes here. frequently? varibly, clumsily. it's not a task, or a mission of refinement, really. it might not even be, for a certain somebody. and another thing, to a degree, she writes like it's espionage, decipherable only maybe. though written sincerely, dont believe, anything you read, completely.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
past the etoile.
should i really have to coax nothing but half a heart that comes and goes, but never really stays?
will desperate words from a desperate song do anything but hurt us both?
i'd rather not this time
so give me back what's left of me and i'll settle on my own
you can find what you're looking for
i'll wait here and wait for yesterday
so redraw the maps
we're lost again
or maybe we were never going anywhere
if only we could trace the steps
we'd never find this place again
but they always wash away
you're asking
i'm trying now
but we passed the stars and found there's nothing really there
there never was
so let's go back again... again
will desperate words from a desperate song do anything but hurt us both?
i'd rather not this time
so give me back what's left of me and i'll settle on my own
you can find what you're looking for
i'll wait here and wait for yesterday
so redraw the maps
we're lost again
or maybe we were never going anywhere
if only we could trace the steps
we'd never find this place again
but they always wash away
you're asking
i'm trying now
but we passed the stars and found there's nothing really there
there never was
so let's go back again... again
underneath it all..
A coma might feel better, than this
attempting to discover where to begin
you're weighed down, you're full of something
a sickness and desertion
you're weighed down, you're full of someting
underneath it all
So say goodbye to love
and hold your head up high
there's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die
Hoping a better place is all I need
with moments of innocence and mystery
Oh, it's the little things you miss
when you're underneath it all
All your friends seem like enemies
when you're broken down and empty
attempting to discover where to begin
you're weighed down, you're full of something
a sickness and desertion
you're weighed down, you're full of someting
underneath it all
So say goodbye to love
and hold your head up high
there's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die
Hoping a better place is all I need
with moments of innocence and mystery
Oh, it's the little things you miss
when you're underneath it all
All your friends seem like enemies
when you're broken down and empty
Friday, January 18, 2008
dreaming with a broken heart.
i took the polaroid down in my room
im pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
it's not as if i don't like you
it just makes me sad whenever i see it
cuz i like to be gone most of the time
and you like to be home most of the time
if i stay in one place i lose my mind
im a pretty impossible lady to be with
im pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
it's not as if i don't like you
it just makes me sad whenever i see it
cuz i like to be gone most of the time
and you like to be home most of the time
if i stay in one place i lose my mind
im a pretty impossible lady to be with
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
this is the last time, that im ever going to breathe tonight;..
What's the point in holding onto fading memories when they just rot away with time and sour with the years? Time crushes us and nothing gold can stay, whether it's the things we lose or the things we give away. I miss those times. I wish that I would relive those days, but like sand through our fingers they just slip away. The past can be a poison kiss when the mind is free to reminisce. They say "time's tide will smother you" so hold your breath. We can't go back to where we lost ourselves,where our memories are trapped like insects in amber, prisoners of the past. I miss those times. I wish that I could relive those days, but like sand through our fingers they just slip away. I've got to remember not to hold on, just let go, because nothing stays the same. I've got to remind myself: "don't look back" because nothing stays the same. Time marches on with or without us so say goodbye to how things used to be. Those memories are like a sad song I haven't heard in awhile; so familiar yet so bittersweet. Time marches on. Nothing gold can stay. Time marches on with or without us.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
single female addicted to retail.
when it all, it all falls down.
who you gonna call now?
man i promise. she's so self-conscious.
she has no idea what she's doing in college.
the prettiest people do the ugliest things.
couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis.
i only think of you on two occasions: thats day and night.
happy new year. here's to a new year with new failures and new disappointments.
who you gonna call now?
man i promise. she's so self-conscious.
she has no idea what she's doing in college.
the prettiest people do the ugliest things.
couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis.
i only think of you on two occasions: thats day and night.
happy new year. here's to a new year with new failures and new disappointments.
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