to be frank

fredag 25 mars 2011

söndag 27 februari 2011

when I think about the world and how big it can seem I know I can get through it all with my best friend right next to me we started out as little kids and watched each other grow and anywhere I went with you I felt like i was home we won't worry about our future or fret about our past we'll enjoy our time together knowing that this quietness will last when I think about my family and how much they've endured I want to wrap them in my arms and keep them safe and warm but they would never know this because I'm so far removed fixated on my bloodline I adopted my excuse it wasn't on the radio or on some TV show I used it for survival I'm learning how to slowly let it go when I think about my enemies and all the time we waste suiting up in armor for the battle that we waged I want to pull my t shirt off and wave it in their face and yell out I surrender I no longer have the strength so let's rip up all the score cards and call the game a tie we'll both become the winners and walk away with a little peace of mind when I think about my history a collection of events filled with important characters who mostly came and went regret is like a bill unpaid it controls your every move if you throw it into the violent sea it will always come right back to you the past presents the future take your hands from your eyes so you can wave to all the people as you roll through whats left of your life good night to you I'm going home

Her Space Holiday

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lördag 26 februari 2011

26e februari

It's not like I'm a slut
Or that I really like to fuck
I just want every boy I see
To walk away with part of me
Until there's nothing left to hold
Until there's nothing left to hate
I appreciate your help
But even you can't save me from myself

Her Space Holiday

tisdag 22 februari 2011

23e februari

tröttnar på att tänka på allt som är så stort och vet inte riktigt vart jag skall ta vägen i världen som verkar vara så stor och liten och hård att ingen får plats alls och allt är så mycket framåt och helt fast i något gammalt och ont och folk dör har ont och jag vet inte ens vart jag skall börja ramlar huvudstupa in i garderoben och fokuserar på det greppbara i vad man skall ta på sig som om det någonsin spelat någon roll