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one.
sitting in an internet cafe
at two in the morning because
i can't stand to be
outside in the sunlight.
the sun's always
shining here, though,
even inside.
even fluorescence
scares the life out of me.
and my hand shakes
when she hands me my coffee.
she's pretty but
she's not you,
never will be you,
never will be beautiful
like you are.
when i sit down
at my laptop and
"Boston" comes on the radio
and she starts to
softly sing just like
you did,
your favorite song..
i have to get out of
California.
two.
take me away from
every memory
we ever made,
love i don't want to
see you any more.
i promise i will never
love anyone as much
as i never
loved you.
the water's too
cold on my
delicate toes and i
know it would
only be more beautiful
if you could
still be here
but i will never
love any one as much
as i never loved
you.
three.
it's three a.m. now
in new york city.
it's never going
to be beautiful here.
there's too much
traffic, noise,
and not enough you.
tick, tock
there's not
any sound in
my apartment.
no,
all you can hear are
the honking of
impatience outside
and you hated that.
you always hated
that.
you always told me
i should move.
i miss you.
i should move.
four.
i dare you to move.
welcome back to
my world, love
welcome back to
earth.
this planet's just not
good enough for
you but we all
have to live here.
every eye in the
whole damn room is
on you when we
walk in arm-in-arm
and they're thinking
(why/is/she/with/him)
because you are so
beautiful.
why don't you
love me like it
looks like you do?
why can't i be
good enough?
i think we should be
in love.
five.
sitting together on
my balcony and
we don't have to
talk about little
trivial things like
your boyfriend,
my job.
we can just sit
here and i can
say "you look
good, Jen."
and you do,
especially
when you smile
and the warm
reds and purples
dye your skin a
color called beautiful.
by the way,
how is your
boyfriend?
six.
when you see an
angel you know it.
when you see an
angel you fall in
love.
when that angel
sees you,
she sees you in
sepia and you
will look beautiful,
even when you're not.
sitting in an internet cafe
at two in the morning because
i can't stand to be
outside in the sunlight.
the sun's always
shining here, though,
even inside.
even fluorescence
scares the life out of me.
and my hand shakes
when she hands me my coffee.
she's pretty but
she's not you,
never will be you,
never will be beautiful
like you are.
when i sit down
at my laptop and
"Boston" comes on the radio
and she starts to
softly sing just like
you did,
your favorite song..
i have to get out of
California.
two.
take me away from
every memory
we ever made,
love i don't want to
see you any more.
i promise i will never
love anyone as much
as i never
loved you.
the water's too
cold on my
delicate toes and i
know it would
only be more beautiful
if you could
still be here
but i will never
love any one as much
as i never loved
you.
three.
it's three a.m. now
in new york city.
it's never going
to be beautiful here.
there's too much
traffic, noise,
and not enough you.
tick, tock
there's not
any sound in
my apartment.
no,
all you can hear are
the honking of
impatience outside
and you hated that.
you always hated
that.
you always told me
i should move.
i miss you.
i should move.
four.
i dare you to move.
welcome back to
my world, love
welcome back to
earth.
this planet's just not
good enough for
you but we all
have to live here.
every eye in the
whole damn room is
on you when we
walk in arm-in-arm
and they're thinking
(why/is/she/with/him)
because you are so
beautiful.
why don't you
love me like it
looks like you do?
why can't i be
good enough?
i think we should be
in love.
five.
sitting together on
my balcony and
we don't have to
talk about little
trivial things like
your boyfriend,
my job.
we can just sit
here and i can
say "you look
good, Jen."
and you do,
especially
when you smile
and the warm
reds and purples
dye your skin a
color called beautiful.
by the way,
how is your
boyfriend?
six.
when you see an
angel you know it.
when you see an
angel you fall in
love.
when that angel
sees you,
she sees you in
sepia and you
will look beautiful,
even when you're not.
Literature
Friendship
There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,
Your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,
Someone who's there through your good times and tears,
Who stays by your side as your friend through the years.
Literature
A decade of friendship
Right since the start of year one
I knew you would be a good friend
We always had our fun
And on each other we\'d depend
When the world was a lonely place
We\'ve always had each other
Even when we need our space
I know there\'ll never be another
You listen when I talk to you
You care when I\'m in pain
I hope to god that I did too
Because our friendship could never be in vain
Some may try as hard as they can
Though this bond we share can not be spoken
Through the strength of many men
Our friendship can never be broken
We\'ve shared our triumphs and our falls
Though each other we would always defend
And when I hear it\'s you t
Literature
The tipping of scales
(I miss) You
The tipping of scales;
Alone, pain without pleasure,
I miss me with you.
I long for balance,
Paradox of your passion,
Autumn blossoming.
In breadth of your touch
I fill my lungs with your breath.
Exhale into you
Unspoken comfort.
From the nothingness of words
Comes my lust for you.
With the tie of two
Entangled bodies of flesh
Inside becomes out.
Suggested Collections
..when there are one hundred ways to fall in love.
one."Boston" by Augustana.
two."One Year, Six Months" by Yellowcard.
three."City of Devils" by Yellowcard.
four."I Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
five."A Beautiful Mess" by Jason Mraz
six."You're Beautiful" by James Blunt
you should listen to them.
xxko
one."Boston" by Augustana.
two."One Year, Six Months" by Yellowcard.
three."City of Devils" by Yellowcard.
four."I Dare You To Move" by Switchfoot.
five."A Beautiful Mess" by Jason Mraz
six."You're Beautiful" by James Blunt
you should listen to them.
xxko
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in sepia dreams,
she sighs as a tear dances
to her sweet sadness.
she sighs as a tear dances
to her sweet sadness.