CinnamonGirl Live your life
Smell a flower
Take your time
Build your power.
Hesitate once every hour
Spit the sweet and swallow the sour.
Let pain paint your pretty face
Joy sticks shortly,
Then it fades.
CinnamonGirl If I get old
I will not give in
But if I do
Remind me of this

Remind me that
Once I was free
Once I was cool
Once I was me

And if I sat down
And crossed my arms
Hold me into
This song

Knock me out
Smash out my brains
If I take a chair
Start to talk shit

If I get old
Remind me of this
That night we kissed
And I really meant it

Whatever happens
If we're still speaking
Pick up the phone
Play me this song

devalis reminders of a battle lost
see images in phrases
turning back
turning black
turning burning pages

throw the book down raging fire
at the stake we'll burn this liar
lou_la_belle why is it that even the silliest of things, the most inconsquential, innocent occurances, can make me remember just what it felt like? The way i used to be left out, discarded, and redirected...i know i'm over it. it's in the past, i can't change it. but every now and then, something will happen. and suddenly my imagination makes me that hurt little girl again, waiting patiently alone for the friends that will never come. i know it's different now. but some part of me still remembers,and will probably never forget...(dang you scorpio moon!) 040530
pete the soft stuff needs protecting too 040531
Borealis I love you.
scorpio moon and all.
witchesrequiem we really never were children West. 040601
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