Drive All Night - An attempt. by Savvy-Sav, literature
Literature
Drive All Night - An attempt.
I know it's late,
And I know the day's gone,
But there's something I've been meaning to say,
I promise it won't take long.
But.
You've got me wrapped around your finger,
You've got every piece of me,
You've got me writing silly love songs,
Baby, you're where I want to be.
And, you know, I think you've got something worth while,
I'd drive all night just to see you smile.
Waiting for the pills to kick in,
Sinking,
Waiting for the words to surface,
Drowning,
I'll grab myself another cigarette,
And now I'm dying.
Hitting rock bottem couldn't of gotten any;
Easier, softer, more beautiful.
The smoke floats higher.
Same with my sanity,
Just look at that tragedy.
Still.
I can't forget what you meant to me,
Can't forget what was meant to be,
Just stop for a second.
Remember to breathe.
Easy.
Like it has to seem.
God, please just let it be all a dream.
Drive All Night - An attempt. by Savvy-Sav, literature
Literature
Drive All Night - An attempt.
I know it's late,
And I know the day's gone,
But there's something I've been meaning to say,
I promise it won't take long.
But.
You've got me wrapped around your finger,
You've got every piece of me,
You've got me writing silly love songs,
Baby, you're where I want to be.
And, you know, I think you've got something worth while,
I'd drive all night just to see you smile.
Waiting for the pills to kick in,
Sinking,
Waiting for the words to surface,
Drowning,
I'll grab myself another cigarette,
And now I'm dying.
Hitting rock bottem couldn't of gotten any;
Easier, softer, more beautiful.
The smoke floats higher.
Same with my sanity,
Just look at that tragedy.
Still.
I can't forget what you meant to me,
Can't forget what was meant to be,
Just stop for a second.
Remember to breathe.
Easy.
Like it has to seem.
God, please just let it be all a dream.
Love child. Illegitimate. Unwanted.
When I was conceived, my parents were not married. They were a little late jumping on the hippie train, but it happened. They were free spirits who believed in freedom, peace, free love, and rejected such formalities such as marriage. When I was born, a lovely word was printed on my birth certificate.
Bastard.
Oh how this word stung me. Once I found out what it meant, I never forgot. When I was younger, one of the kids at school peeked at my certificate and everyone laughed at the unwanted title.
Bastard.
It didn't matter that they stopped printing the word on certificates a few years after I w
Higher and higher. Up to the sky. I could almost touch the clouds. The sky was a perfect blue, and the sun beamed down upon Harry and I as he pushed my swing. We smiled together and laughed. This was one of many outings we have had together. It was on these beautiful days when we would try to fly to the sky. He always let me go first.
Soon enough, Harry slowed down my swing and we laughed as we slowed the momentum of the swing. A smile widened on his face and his eyes lit up brightly. I held the chains and looked up at him. There was something different about him today. Maybe it was the shirt he wore and it brought out the deep green in his
You are
The target of
Everything
I have
Ever
Wanted.
You are
The symbol of
Any love
I have
Ever
Felt.
You are
The prime cause
To every tear
I have
Ever
(forced) Bled.
You are
The way I look
With ebony eyes
That gleam
Like flaming
Obsidian.
You are
My emotion
That phases like
I am trying
To tuck away,
But can't.
You are
Everything
That I have
Ever known
To give me
Life.
You are
Everything.
You make me
(empty.)
bromide and other nonchemicals by paperheartsyndrome, literature
Literature
bromide and other nonchemicals
shes empty mouthed.
she cant explain but its like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. its like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. its the way shes no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so its as if shes set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. shes empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bi
Current Residence: ItsLegit's backyard. Favourite genre of music: alternatif. just because it's a funny word. MP3 player of choice: iPod? :) Shell of choice: the body I reside in (haha) Personal Quote: "With love there is no past tense, either you still love, or you never loved at all"
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Academy Is...
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii
Tools of the Trade
fujifilm S1500 and LG notebook
Other Interests
Candle lit dinners, long walks on the beach, and kicking small dogs. JOKE.
So I'm ridiculously sorry that I've disappeared for like.. a year I guess.
(I actually don't know how long I've been gone, it's been a while.)
But I've finally got some stuff up! Check it out, more to come, etc etc etc.
I hope you all enjoy what you see and read.
I'm back bitchez.