tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39387922011-05-23T22:04:13.325+09:30be honest, please.....littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-38687405126103386252007-10-06T21:43:00.000+09:302007-10-06T21:46:44.401+09:30

meeting you opened doors and windowslet me see the worldi bought my heart from a book store in germanyyou kept in in your pocketwhere is it now?do you even know that you still have my heart?where is it now?if i offered you my hand will you put yours in it?i need another language to explain thisim crazy of you doesnt seem to say enoughits more than bisousbisous, more than bisous guerintotits

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tell me again how im so greattell me again how you cant wait to spend your time with mehow about how you've never met anyone quite like me in your lifetimeand how maybe one day you might even want to make me your wifeexcept im over all your liesall your truthlessness and ridiculous alibiesand if you dont come round and take all of your stuff awaydont be surprised to find it all on ebay

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fight the flames, stamp the sparkim hoping for a downpour. who knowsmaybe a sunshower would do iti didnt think i had investedim hoping for a brainwave. who knowsmaybe the tide will come ini really didnt think i had investedi thought i'd gotten better at putting things on holdquickly turning pages before more could unfoldi said no. no, i havent investedthen its green in my eyes without thinkingits

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we seemed to fit

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i dont want to hold you downi want you to find someone to ground youbut make you feel like you're flying

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found, from the 9/9/2005and then it was coldand i wondered where the heat from you had gonei knew where you'd go but i hoped you wouldnt stay for too longwhen the tide was high we walked down by the seayou held my handyou were right there with meit didnt feel like half your heart was home with her

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you hang up in a huffand as if that wasnt enoughnow the scars are physicali had to search, it had been that longto find something to make the mark visableand i havent cried in so longbut you mangaed to get someit only took two seconds for the tears to comebecause for some reason i am out of my mindfor feeling some concernand now my friendship with youis something you'll have to earn

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autumn boydo you miss me? in the dead of the night?do you think of me?and how we felt so right?met you in the cooler part of the yearwhen the sunlight has to fight to pass the cloudsa darkened room, the music played, two faces in a crowdand when i looked back you were looking my way toosummer hairwinter eyesspring in my heartyou made me fallthe sand that seemed to play a major part in all our get

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gone

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And just like that she breaks another heart as easily as snapping a twig from a tree. She leaves without a backward glance and returns home alone.Her outward persona is not what you would call cold. To see her now, walking down the dark street towards her car, you would be hard pressed to describe her as any one thing in particular. She is focused but distant, her concentration is set somewhere

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i've got so much to tell youif only i could find the wordsthat said exactly what i try to meanthere's so much to show youbut the pictures that i drawthese days dont look the way i want them toand you asked me what i wantedi stared at you for what felt like a daystill havent respondedbut at the time i knew that it would be the bestfor me to go awayso i packed my bagsi told you it was for the

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never seen the worldcan't write of things i've never seensidewalks seem so different from the paths that my feet takesleeves of heartscardigan with loose threadsbutton me up tightmight as well be speaking different languagescoudlt understand a thing you saidi'd heard it all beforedon't you see?it's always the samei've seen it all beforethe end before the beginning startsfold the cornermark the

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three works in progresssounding too much like a motivational greeting cardthe end is just the beginning of something newbut all along the way i kept noticing little things that made me think of youeven though i started out to write a songobliquely and anonymouslyyou'll search between the words and findthe ones to which you belongseparated by the citysome phone lines and technologyyour words can

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you said you were never mine to losei said i was always yours to choosebut i promisei promiseand you said there were no sparkles thereand i wished you to make them appearyou couldnt promisecouldnt promise anythingyou're so prettypromise meyou're so prettypromise me

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you're my favourite bandi could have listened all nightyou're my favourite bandbut the tingles down my spine came from the boyon my righti dont want to live witha pocket of what ifsim grabbing out at all the strawstrying to hold on to anythingdid you know i've known youfor only 24 daysi wish the way it startedwas the way it stayedon fools friday you bumped right into meand when i moved away we

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i have no homeno where to go toi have no place to goi really wish i had some keysa set that just belonged to mei wish i had a place to gosomebody to come back home tofall asleep with on his chestin our homeand you would playsongs on your guitarand we would keepsugar, tea, coffee in jarsin the kitchenin our homein our homein our homewe've done all the redecoratingwe've started an account for

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so we kept walkingbut all those steps we tookwere they taking us closeror further away?and we satyou had your arms around mewith your face into my neck...everything was okand when it was timefor the end of the nightyou held me tightfor one last time...this is ridiculousits all generalisingthe fact that you drove home last nightis not all that surprising

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who is at the end of the rope?who is holding on the tightest?who has the softest, gentlest hands?who will give and take till they win?who will let it slip through their fingers?who will kiss the rope burns better?when the rope drops to the ground, one will wlk away victoriousbut who will coil the rope and put it away?who is left to take care of the mess?

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i heardevery wordyou saidit flewthrough youto my headi parcelled them upchanged them aroundcircled some out to make it soundlike what i wanted to heari amwhat you needwhat you wantcant you see?you arewhat i needwhat i wantwhy cant we?i heard every wordchanged them roundtill even ithought you wanted mei can read between the linesyou're not so clever i cant seeam i kidding myself?

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when i disappeard out of your life, did you miss me?when i saw you at the you am i gigdid it cross your mind to kiss me?i often wonder what went on in your mindwas it a mirror image of mine?was i just some girl you tolerated?will you burst the bubble you inflated?i thought you were a big starnew all about musiccould take me fardid you laugh at me or wish that i would stay?

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just a little timeto put things in perspectivei go here and you go thereand all the rest we shareseems easy enough to meeasy enough to bethe bearer of bad news

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i just saw a man who i swear was mickey rooneythe spitting image of the hollywood stardriving round port noarlungaina beaten up old carand why wouldnt it be him?theres nowhere else i'd rather beand why couldnt it be him?anythings a possibilitytonight would be the nighthe's waiting with a parcel in his handwhos in that car? in the drivers seat?mickey rooney waving? just an old manand why wouldnt

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im not worth the riskbut i made it to your listof things you can look back onwith no regretsyou made it to my list toobut in a different categorya gold medal just for youi keep it in my pocketfolded up here on my leftyou know you kissed me there?and i remember how you feelthe taste of youi can see you, eyes open or closedi can feel you without you in my armsim sure i pressed pausebut everything

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do you remember smiling at mebefore you knew me?can we do it again?relive it again and i might not smile back this timei know what you haveand what you have to losei must seem so small compared,so insignificantyou look so invitingbut i'll have to declineas much as it hurts to say soi cant make you mine

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you agree we've got the chemistrybut sometimes things explodecould be fun like fireworkscould be the end of everything you knowi understand

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i fell asleep thinking of youbefore i opened my eyesi made a wish that you'd be thereinstead of going on with my dayi stayed in bed and put on your cdsome songs i knew which made me smileevery song reminded me of youdid you know you've been the inspirationfor my last 4 songs?i wonder will you pick that upand will you sing along?

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i cant add it upyou + her + mewhen i need the answer to be 2it keeps equaling 3but i was never as good at maths as i was at thinking about youperhaps i should have majored in dreamswith a minor in fantasyand a thesis on what could beinstead i sit with pen and papera pocket calculatorand work out the equations one more time

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tell me to stopi dont wanna go through thisdo this all againtell me to stopsay that you dont want itthat you wanna stay just friendscos i cant go thinking of youwhen i'm sposed to be concentratingon whats happening before menot what i wish would happen to meand i cant keep thinking of yousecret rendezvous and sneaky feelings when it all to easily could hurt us allagain

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do you remember me? i know its been ten years but i havent changed that much seeing you now and thinking back, you havent changed a bit its strange to see you here again, what are the odds? we're both on our old stomping ground, are we reliving the past? but im so glad ive had the chance to see you once again i never thought id get the opportunity to rub it in your face how better off i am

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she asked me what happens when the silver lining breaks i wondered for a moment if you were making a mistake i couldnt get my head around half the things she said am i stupid? is she too new? or is she the perfect one for you and even though i knew it couldnt stay like this forever in the end it was easier to blame the weather im suing sundays for false advertising that day will never be the

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the guage is hitting the letter H im sweating in the lane guy next to me has abottle of water i'd kill for just a taste the road was rough and bumpy twists and turns along the way i decided the best thing to do was turn back the other way then fell in love at a complete stop nothing will make the temperature drop by the time the sky takes on a greenish hue i'll be making eyes at you your hair

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you say i cant live in dreams anymore that life is not a fairytale waiting to be told that im a grown up girl now, no longer five years old tired of being black and white gotta add some colour to my life not putting my heart with other things for sale gonna live in a frontroom fairytale not gonna dodge those raindrops anymore its only water anyway sunshine is for skipping in and rolling is for

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there's a reason your ribs are called a cage

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the clean smell of talcum powder. a small black book filled with years and years of x loto numbers, written neatly in rows. putting on lipstick while sitting in front of the dresser. malt flavoured milo and brown bread. quietly opening the linen cupboard in the dark hallway to sneak a sweet smell of neatly folded sheets. the softness of her hands. the beauty in her smile. the love and laughter

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i'm suing sunday for false advertising i'd planned my day around its name loked out the window it was pouring outside can i ever trust a day again? i didnt think i'd need my brolly gumboots and raincoats were not my choice of attire

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what does he do to me? what hold does he have? how can a word make me tremble? does he even know what he does to me? how many years has it been? not a word or a signal that you even hear me what keeps me going? when did my heart get so stupid?

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i woke up with my feet wet in the bottom of my sleeping bag. Just like you said they would be. you were always right. i'd wanted to camp close to the lake so i could watch the sun rise over the water. i always imagined it would be the most beautiful thing in the world. to see the water change colour with the rays of the sun, reflecting the sky as the world started to sing its good mornings. you

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dont say a thing i never needed anyone to put these feelings into words before dont wait for it to ring im not gonna call you right now im saving my coins for a rainy day was looking in my pockets for some change i found a spool of thread and a not that read 'you'll never find it here' its a city of coins divided into towers of conversations a map of people i should call do i still have a

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you never liked me on a tuesday you always criticized my choice of tv you said the plot line was far fetched, said that there wasn't enough sex you'd even rather watch the midday movie i said you never gave it a chance yeah, sure, its sappy, full of romance but don't you think it's worth exploring? you might find it's not that boring but on tuesday night im always embraced by the light that's

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how can you cry with everyone but me? when my tears for you fall so easily i want you to catch them mix them with yours then we'd be together for once, for ever more you cant kiss me where i'm hurting you cant make it all feel better i want to look at you with a smiling face you just make it wetter why cant you share your tears with me?

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could it be that this was how its sposed to be the whole way along? how could all those fun times and all those good memories be all wrong? i always thought you would be there i never thought of you without me there i always thought you would be there absolutely, positively be all wrong? it's funny how your life seems to change with the seasons, does it happen all the time? do these things

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i picture the words how they'd look on my skin how many strokes until they sink in stop breathing

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i'm not good enough with words to fill my song with fancy metaphors and im not clever enough to make it sound like closing a welcome home door it's the first time you've heard it an it's something that you've heard before filled my cup to the brim spilled it over till the coffee stained over the floor studied the patterns it made couldn't find anything but was i hoping for anything more? it's

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things that float and shimmer make me safe make me feel like i belong where i know im lost i float i shrink i shine i sparkle i become invisible its warm its safe its cosy warm its dark i can see i see it all so clearly now

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he stares and she stares back and they laugh and they keep walking she forgets about the boy, except for his deep, dark eyes, she forgets about the staring, except for conjouring stories of long distance love he is all forgotten in a week see the man, his face is new, it doesnt freeze her feet to the floor or buckle her knees, her legs turning to crepe paper, her heart ramming against her ribs,

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jaspers lip quivered. the skin was soft and inviting but he dare not take a bite. instead he tased : at first with just his lips, mouthing at it and then with his tongue. swirling wetness over the engorged organ of his friend. suddenly with an overwhelming eagerness and hunger he devoured him, burying his cock deep in his throat, his nose and forehead against his tummy.

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big day in a little world do i stay? or turn the key in the door? same day all over again today can we just play pretend oh, you make it so... i didnt know that someones smile could make the whole world seem worthwhile i'd do anything... i didnt know that someones smile could make my whole life seem worthwhile i'd do anything for eli

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-948585272003-05-25T22:42:00.000+09:302003-05-25T22:42:53.676+09:30

dont know whats funny anymore gotta force myself to laugh look around and all i see is the same old faces same shows on tv gotta force myself to laugh take a look out the back window watch what i just missed could the world go by in a second? could i miss every bit? gotta force my eyes awake to stare and really see maybe a smile is a good enough start instead of forcing out a laugh

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and he just keeps pushing. and all i can think of is run, go, get out while you still can. and those eyes stare right through me as if they're stealing my secrets. and i try to shut down, to keep him out, to disappear into that place where only i am allowed inside, but he keeps pulling me back with his requests for love and a closeness that i just cant give him. get out, my heart screms, get

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-897440622003-02-26T11:13:00.000+10:302003-02-26T11:13:46.780+10:30

the hallway light is always on to keep us safe. watch the triangles of yellow light above my doorway, streaming along my carpet. canwe turn the light of now? you arent a baby anymore sleeping. all wrapped up. jeans. knickers. belt done up tight. t shirt tucked in. i wont have to get dressed tomorrow (so i wont have to be undressed tonight) there's half a broomstick by the side of my bed and

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hi, i'm just writing to say that i'm fine to see how you're going catch up on old times and i hope you feel happy and yeah, he sounds great but you know, i cant help thinking it was one huge big mistake...mistake cos you know, you're the only one who can make me sing 'la la la' in the mall and you know, i'm the only one who'll catch you if you fall

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-877150242003-01-20T16:54:00.000+10:302003-01-20T16:54:32.293+10:30

superstar i heard you got engaged well i read it in an article in one of those magazines that my nanna reads full of posey pictures, gossip and recipes there was a picture of you there a glass in one hand her hand in your other hand she's a tiny thing long blonde hair teeth as bright as her diamond ring i dont wear designer clothes ive never been to and opening night show im just an ordinary

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-875247542003-01-16T19:50:00.000+10:302003-01-16T19:50:19.760+10:30

jones blonde hair kind heart nice to me a good start you disappear and im searching when i found you, well... there were rainbows there was romance i was thinking i had a chance here there were stars above me shining then you didnt write back i kept thinking i kept hoping i kept writing i kept dreaming i gave up tried forgetting no reminiscing this isnt happening now there were rainbows

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slight of hand never saw you till you went away grabbed your things and headed for the train bracelet slipped from your wrist to the floor i picked it up, i wish i could have more part of you is mine always with me always on my mind now every face i see today is yours i picture you behind unopened doors but in my dreams i guess you'll have to stay at least that means you'll never go away part

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-875245672003-01-16T19:41:00.000+10:302003-01-16T19:41:09.313+10:30

every girl in every school i thought your car was really cool so did every girl in every school i saw you once at the deli up the street everyday since i hoped that we would meet punk rocker, EH boy had a denim jacket and a wicked smile never met a boy with eyes so blue and a car that still judged speed by miles i bought a mars bar to be just like you i kept the wrapper till it faded through

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-859419252002-12-13T22:55:00.000+10:302002-12-13T22:55:24.203+10:30

so there it is all laid out on the table like im just supposed to take it reaching out with that put down voice only i can hear its enough, you had your turn, its time to pass it on leave it and just turn around will you ever learn? none of this is meant for you it was all just a game except you're not very good at playing at least thats one thing that'll stay the same so i hand it over and i

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-858126362002-12-11T12:06:00.000+10:302002-12-11T14:18:21.000+10:30

say it loud and say it till it's ringing in your ears say it till it boosts your hopes and drowns out all your fears i am me and that's all i'll ever need myself to be if you can't take it, i suggest you look the other way look right through me and you see me as you see all the rest now look at me, really see me, see how i can shine i'm here, i'm ready, with my helpers me, myself and mine i'm

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-853495172002-12-02T10:33:00.000+10:302002-12-02T10:34:29.000+10:30

i'm tired too long can't wait to go home did you sleep all alone? no one to keep warm it's cold out here in my car alone i'm waiting for courage to take me home i would have called but i was scared of hearing goodbye here i am do you see me? here i am please be near me it's cold out here in my car alone i'm waiting for courage to take me home i would have called but i was scared of hearing

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-852356922002-11-29T13:24:00.000+10:302002-11-29T13:24:15.820+10:30

how did you sleep? with your front against her back to keep you warm? fingers tangle gently in your hair, tickle your skin did you hold her tight till the morning light? did you open your eyes and find her gone? just a pillow that you were holding on to? did you close your eyes and dream her back till everything felt real again? did you smile and tingle inside because, for once something felt

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-850785762002-11-26T10:01:00.000+10:302002-11-26T10:01:30.836+10:30

there's a pixie who lives in my chest who pulls at my ribs when i take a breath and in my belly, something rolls and jabs and pokes and on and on it goes behind my eyes, fingers try to pull them from their place and small black creatures dart around the corners of my face there's something over there small and fast, it doesnt care that when i try to catch it it dissappears into thin air and the

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847433592002-11-19T14:20:00.000+10:302002-11-19T14:20:42.090+10:30

breathing just comes naturally to most me? i find my mind has become host to more things that i could ever hold on to thoughts and feelings taking over breathing, talking, walking, thinking easy things become harder i find myself searching for the easiest solution making sure to take the hardest path

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847427342002-11-19T14:08:00.000+10:302002-11-19T14:08:25.066+10:30

one thing just a scrap of paper or a sniff of the air memories flooding like a sink with the plug left in follow me now im lost off the track hold onto my hand to lead me back will you jump or will you run? will you let me fly? just a scrap of paper or a sniff of the air just a crooked street sign or something you'll wear thoughts start running like a dog at a stick make your decision, make

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847423092002-11-19T14:00:00.000+10:302002-11-19T14:00:07.406+10:30

wouldnt it be cool if we were 5 years old hiding under blankets from the dark and from the cold would'nt have a problem with doing what we're told still had our hopes and dreams to hold sleeping in the backroom a blanket for a roof friends because we knew we were never needed any proof geraniums for mum and a smile for dad kept us thinking nothing could be bad thinking back to the best times

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847421472002-11-19T13:57:00.000+10:302002-11-19T13:57:14.543+10:30

it could have been me walking home with your jacket on it could have been me asking the dj to play your favourite song it could have been me it could have been me as time went on i could see it could have been it should have been maybe its better for me that its her? doesnt really matter what might have been there's so many things in this world, unseen so many different lives unlived had i not

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847418612002-11-19T13:51:00.000+10:302002-11-19T13:51:36.773+10:30

my eyes explained caught me staring i looked away but my eyes explained what my heart wanted to say no matter what you say to me no matter how well you hide dont think you'll get rid of me so easy i always promised i'd stay right by your side grabbing for excuses falling into reasons i dont know and i dont care why your saying this to me thought maybe there would be a second chance for me

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-847416652002-11-19T13:47:00.000+10:302002-11-19T13:47:13.566+10:30

falling into words all that i heard 'maybe i could love you...' i only heard what i wanted to and i hear what you say all those times a day 'why wont you love me?' why cant i say what i need to say? why cant i wish all these days away learn to love, maybe i could stay all these things are just a word away fold the corner mark the page i'll get back to you at some stage

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844459562002-11-13T11:46:00.000+10:302002-11-13T11:46:37.363+10:30

it's tip-e-go so you must take me with you just say the word you wont even know i'm there but if you wont at least tell me where you're going i'll see if i can meet you there

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I’ve got good intentions and I know what I want to do but I cant bring myself to talk to you I just go weak at the knees and I’d rather you thought of me as someone to count on…….someone just like you so I stand around, drinking with you and our friends you punch my arm and we all laugh the beer gets spilled and we all stare at the ground I reach into the back of the car and pass out another

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844030552002-11-12T16:09:00.000+10:302002-11-12T16:09:31.280+10:30

Summer. Hot, sticky Summer. She was all laid out in front of me and all I had to do was take her. Summer. Blonde, tanned, hot, sweaty, sticky, semi-naked Summer. Her left leg slid up the lounge, her small foot resting against the inside of her right knee. There was a crease where her thigh met her hips, and I wanted to slip my fingers inside the fold, just below the line of her bikini.

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844027312002-11-12T15:59:00.000+10:302002-11-12T15:59:39.863+10:30

1 She was soft. Her lips pressed against my neck and warmth radiated from her body. I thought I felt her breast against my back for a second, but it seemed she pulled away quickly, almost as though she was nervous or scared, and unsure. if that was how she was feeling then I could totally sympathise. I was surprised I wasn’t shaking outwardly because I was definatley shaking on the inside.

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844025812002-11-12T15:55:00.000+10:302002-11-12T15:55:11.466+10:30

There are only so many times you can fold a piece of paper in half, no matter the size and no matter how hard you try. And there are only so many times you can try and fix something by folding over the problems and trying to hide them before the folds are forced and it just doesn’t work anymore. Alex and Peter had forced their relationship till the edges had frayed and the paper became soft and

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844024512002-11-12T15:51:00.000+10:302002-11-12T15:51:58.526+10:30

we crawled on our tummies through the dry, crackly grass, not bothered by the weeds that caught in our hair or the dirt that collected under our blunt nails. we had to know. not out of any need to belong, more out of our need to annoy. annoyance through knowledge. we could hear them at lunch time, rustling their chip packets, 'they know that we know they know', and we'd laugh. we'd laugh

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844021422002-11-12T15:44:00.000+10:302002-11-12T15:44:00.656+10:30

the girl was like something i've never seen before. seeing you for the first time is like trying out a new dancetrange till the rythym kicks in. awkward for the first part. difficult to manage it. and then he turned the page. start a new record and hold a new hand. ice in a tall glass clacking. fingers to a new beat snapping. hands to a mouth clapping short your answers. swallowing down

littlefaeriegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01102024259384533365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3938792.post-844020462002-11-12T15:41:00.000+10:302002-11-12T15:41:34.983+10:30

why do i do this to myself time after time put myself through all your coldness listen to those same old lines i only wish i caould say the things that would stop you dead make you realise what could be chase reality out of your head i hear your voice you say my name i've never heard it sound the same touch my hand dont walk away i really wish that we could stay i know the things that you say

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