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maybe onceMaybe once, you wore bright colors and danced around in the midst of falling leaves, instead of staring out at them from a darkened room.
Maybe once, you heart was whole and unscathed, instead of scarred with countless crisscrossing lines that no one can see, but you can feel.

Maybe once, you were satisfied with looking at the lovely white of the clouds above your head, instead of the kaleidoscope of swirling colors that aren't really there.

Maybe once, your thoughts were clouded with dreams and wishes, and not the bitter smoke that escapes from between your lips.
Maybe once, you fell in l maybe once
by ~GoodnightSweetAngel

i'll jump if you catch me
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maybe becauseMaybe the best way to start isn't hello, but goodbye       [because then there are no more words to mess things up]
maybe even if you knew the not-so-fairytale ending, you'd still begin the why-am-i-bothering story       [because what's in between is too much to give up]
maybe you promise to live your life for yourself, but in the end, it's still for them       [because you're still waiting for the happily-ever-after]
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maybe you're the one that watches fireworks light up the sky and think that there is maybe because
by ~GoodnightSweetAngel

brave thorns for petals
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one dollar hearts.
'hi, my name is denver,' he says. 'i am alone and the subway station is too cold.' his tongue rakes over his lips and draws me in, just like that, in three point two seconds.

'like the city?' i ask.
'like the city,' he says.

i hate the city and i hate subways but i am alone and the city is cold so i sit here. all i have in my pockets is two dollars and sixty cents. one of those dollars is folded up into the shape of a heart and every time i reach in the wrinkles of jeans to touch it my throat closes up and i think of all the hearts that are missing and who i should give this one to. i touch it n one dollar hearts.
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with a ten chin horse sin drum So now that I have your attention . . .
You're seventeen and alone and reading this because you clicked on it. Maybe you watch me or just stumbled upon this deviation or maybe I was featured (ha! right). And okay, maybe you're neither seventeen nor alone, but you're still reading this anyway. So back to the point before I forget (yes, there is one) or rather, here is the point. No, you know what? Scratch that. I needn't explain it.
Moving on . . . let's pretend for the argument's sake that you're seventeen and alone (I know you have imagination; with a ten chin horse sin drum
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they call it falling in love
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Love Beyond the ClichesI won't write you pretty words, filled with ocean metaphors,
and similes comparing your eyes to the stars that twinkle in the sky.
I can't tell you lies, my darling.
I can't write those pretty, yet meaningless words that tell you how much you mean to me. They've been said far too often, repeated on and on, consistently, invariably, so they mean absolutely nothing anymore. I can't tell you that our love is deeper than the ocean, that our love could encompass the globe. I can't tell you that your eyes shine as brightly as the stars scattered across the black satin of the sky. I can't tell you that I would Love Beyond the Cliches
by *Gir-Gir

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I bet less than 20 people will read this. ever.

Mon May 18, 2009, 6:08 PM

Mood: Longing
Listening to: Acceptance [pre-breakup]
Reading: Exit Here
Eating: gummies

I guess this space is here for me to write in so why not?

My pictures are mine and people can tell probably because hmm...they have me in them [yeah that should give you a clue].

None of my pictures are edited [except for one -and its pretty obvious which] because why edit nature?

I think the only people who should ever read special poems are the ones that they are written about.

But call me a coward 'cuz I'm too afraid to show my special poems to the one they're about because what if they're not "intense enough"?

I guess that's everyone's worry here.

That someone will take their feelings and pass them off as their own.

I am the queen of smiley faces when i type but right now im really just not up to it.

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Current Residence: Washington
Favourite movie: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
Favourite band or musician: Anberlin, Acceptance
Favourite poet or writer: Nicholas Sparks, Stephen King, Stephenie Meyer
MP3 player of choice: Ipod

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*Gir-Gir Nov 7, 2009, 2:39:16 PM

Thanks for the fave! ^^

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With love,

*Gir-Gir

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Fly me away,
take me away,

~Tokyo-Empress May 26, 2009, 12:35:09 PM

Thanks for the fav.

~GoodnightSweetAngel Jun 6, 2009, 9:53:46 PM

you're welcome

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maybe the best way to start isn't hello, but goodbye
[because then there are no more words to mess things up]

~thehexfactor May 19, 2009, 8:37:32 AM

Thank you so much for the fave!

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"...Standing in this bright light
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you...
You should never be lonely..."

Counting Crows - Mr. Jones

~GoodnightSweetAngel Jun 6, 2009, 9:53:52 PM

you're welcome

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maybe the best way to start isn't hello, but goodbye
[because then there are no more words to mess things up]

~Xx-nicole-xX Mar 30, 2009, 7:19:07 AM

thanks for the fave on good-bye!!

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The writings on the wall, you've read that I'll be gone, but if you call my name
Just know that I'll come running, for one more night to spare with you
This is where I'm meant to be, please don't leave me