I’m so damn angry, at the way things have turned out, at the poison that just came out of my mouth. At the words that just flew could I tell you they had a mind of their own? I can’t because you’re positive I’m made of stone. That everything...
Maybe there was a point once upon a time Maybe we could have had our own story But there was a moment Where we sort of just took this other road Turned this weird and random direction And Even if we ever got back to the tracks There would still be Mud On our shoes. ...
There is a man who works in the post office And everyone feels sorry for him He is old And slumps in his chair But he always smiled at everyone He hands them their mail And says have a good day And he’ll help you with the package If you made a mistake I often wonder...
I want to be like water. Water has a quiet power, an ever-realized presence, a sound with no force, an ability to move and be solid. If I could be water I would slide through your cracks, inhibit your crevices and then become solid within them. I would vaporize so...
He broke gaze after thirty seconds, he knew because there was a clock on the wall right behind her head ticking away the hours they had spent there in the dark deciding if they were good for each other anymore. They quietly sipped drinks, deciding to meet at this...
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