i now need to write three musical scores. great.
i already know back porches is going in.
it's my baby
the other two are undecided


Notes Your Fingers Leftyou were the boy all the stories warned me about the kind who burned the town and walked away unscathed whose reckless demeanor left girls amazed and i wanted to be the girl to make you change well i remember each day like i wrote down word for word the syllables, breaths, and consonants, the loudest feelings heard the goosebumps on my skin still serve, as a reminder of, a reminder of what it's like to love and hurt but i could've never loved myself if i didn't love you first and kenny, could you spare a thought for me i know your heaNotes Your Fingers Left


You Are Your Worthpracticed held breaths are vital to these fragile moments when not even a seat can hold you steady right through our toes, we feel the world, slipping... i'm far from perfection at it's peak but still you're the one full of crass (or lack of class...) you've got me thinking maybe one isn't so lonely afterall you say i'm worst at what i do best but it's nothing, nothing a few lines won't fix tell me, do you think you deserve this? i'm tongue in cheek and you're blatantly worth less than half the struggle barely a quarter of the trouble  You Are Your Worth


Joshuaand as we laid on our backs i looked up at the sky it seemed the starless darkness was the only truth that night symbolism of our loveless life but we won't stop the lie no, we don't dare stop the lieJoshua
it took you once to get infected and twice to remember it but still you deny and forget how many times before you give in?
and my friends said we could make it if we gave it a proper try, but i'm sick of these emotions i feel obliged to hide i'll never forget the color of your eyes i'll never forget how hard it is to say goodbye
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the Nightit's the night, that begins with paramount movements as my fingers tap out some shaky tune, the sun is already down, and i know what exactly this night could do and the drive is filled with heartfelt high hopes with crossed fingers and wishful breaths held high over bridges praying that tonight won't end as we know the black and white stills the pearls and dresses of silk are all that will remain of the night, the lipstick and liner pitures taken at the diner as we hold our breath and lie as if in practice forthe Night
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i bleed you in colors of harmony and desire; my song for the troubled
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten-thousand stars how not to dance... E. E. Cummings
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I don't speak English very Well,Sorry ;__;
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peace&love.
jess
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<3 j.alexandra.
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten-thousand stars how not to dance... E. E. Cummings
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