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I need to flee this city.
Humidity in this place is driving me crazy.
You used to say I looked pretty.
Now it’s a mess, yet to hot to resist and I’m upset.
I thought you stay with me for eternity.
I am wasting all my time trying to forget…
I think I’ve lost my mind.
It’s been misplaced along the way.
If I have a second chance, I would keep you closer to me.
I need a release to help me unwind.
If I were what you wanted you’d never want to leave.
I can replay the scene but I’ll never get out what I want to say.
If I were stronger I wouldn’t wear my heart on my sleeve.
You used to call me your playful pet.
I’ve got to find that switch to make it all reset.
What has become of our feelings that we thought would bind us.
Are we fools to be hopeful that this would be forever.
Maybe everything was too much of a rush.
Are we fickle to believe our love would keep us together?
Are we victims of our own lust?
I agree with you now, perhaps we should have kept it a bit more hush hush.
Let love be your energy
I’ve got more than I need
When your love shines down on me.
Robbie Williams - Let love be your energy.
Picture by Kezzi-rose.deviantart.com (pin up love)
Says it all I suppose. x
Your thoughts?
Curled up in my box, wondering why you went away. We were so happy in our complicated world, I never expected you to stray.
Days spent playing around with lust. Nights were smothered in sex they merged us into the dusk.
I relate to these now as bashing bones and condescending mush. Nothing is necessary, simply conditionary. Detached I now stay, I am fractured and I am messy.
Nothing can touch me; I am frozen beneath my core a reflex to the rush.
I need take my head somewhere.
Somewhere so I can forget that I care.
I am glad that nobody is here; nobody is waiting for their share. Fill in the blanks and lay myself bare, as it’s only a matter of time before they become aware.
You are distant now and trying to cover up that hidden sin.You can hide forever, but the story will remain by the marks upon my skin.
I am still queen of the fake fruity moans.
I can see what they have done to me.
I can feel what they have done to me through my broken bones.
It’s all part of the parcel, being the lady of the night.
Everything’s fading though and I know my red light doesn’t shine so bright.
I am past my date, torn, used up and a bit of state.
They will still come, one by one.
Stop and stare, sometimes glare but always reappear when they’ve had thier gear.
Once the deed is done they run fast.I hope this punter will be the last, as I can’t do this any longer.
I am not the rag doll I used to be.
Holiday booked!
I will be on this beach in approx 3 weeks, and I cannot wait!
Me,a murder novel, Chris and a couple of cocktails Blissss… Santa Ponsa :)
I miss you, I miss you so.
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Lyrics, Finch - Letters to you. Whenever there is a song that takes you way back intime and makes you feel like you did back then, you know it’s a song that you will never ever get sick of listening to. My teenage years were spent listening to these guys. |