A poem for midnight...

(Dance Inside by AAR)

...time trickles down and I'm breathing for two...
...And I'll be fine, you'll be fine
Is this fine? I'm not fine

Give me pieces, give me things to stay awake...

A little original poem from yours truly:

It's mighty hard to feel like this, govna...
To feel so put out.
And thrown over yonda!

But. If i must then i must.
A girl can not go so long like this.
People will start to become wary of my well being.

So might i buy some new riding gloves.
Some new velvet ones...
Hop on top the trolley, aye?
See if people wonder if i go away.
And maybe astray?



(Snow Patrol- Chasing Cars)

Exactly. Those three word are said too much. They're not enough.

I need a quiet moment. With her. The only her there has ever been.