bbychop
May 29th, 2008, 11:06 PM
Sour Pucker
(I could not think of a title for this so I wrote the first thing that came to mind. This is actually about my ex - whom I am still too attached to - and about him leaving for the military soon. It was written moments before he came over last night. I believe it is unfinished, but I decided to go ahead and share.)
I have a bottle with your name attached
These crying eyes say "please don't go"
I guess my dire fear is that you will forget about me while you are away
And every memory we created
Every smile and the first morning kisses
We both know I worry too much
You would never imagine how much I care for you
How much I love you
And how every second with you is another minute in heaven
When you go, baby, I won't forget you
Could you promise me the same and not back out?
An Addiction With An Addiction
(Though I do not promote drug usage, I wrote bits and pieces of this while coming down off of certain things the past few weeks and I believe it is partially about my brother as well.)
I think I am an addict
An addiction with an addiction
I feel sick
I feel ashamed
I cannot stand up without my body trembling
I am an addiction with an addiction
I like the snow when it falls in May
I like being able to blame my problems on someone else
Though I lie
Though I am not myself
I am an addiction with an addiction
And these pretty blue eyes should show it
(I could not think of a title for this so I wrote the first thing that came to mind. This is actually about my ex - whom I am still too attached to - and about him leaving for the military soon. It was written moments before he came over last night. I believe it is unfinished, but I decided to go ahead and share.)
I have a bottle with your name attached
These crying eyes say "please don't go"
I guess my dire fear is that you will forget about me while you are away
And every memory we created
Every smile and the first morning kisses
We both know I worry too much
You would never imagine how much I care for you
How much I love you
And how every second with you is another minute in heaven
When you go, baby, I won't forget you
Could you promise me the same and not back out?
An Addiction With An Addiction
(Though I do not promote drug usage, I wrote bits and pieces of this while coming down off of certain things the past few weeks and I believe it is partially about my brother as well.)
I think I am an addict
An addiction with an addiction
I feel sick
I feel ashamed
I cannot stand up without my body trembling
I am an addiction with an addiction
I like the snow when it falls in May
I like being able to blame my problems on someone else
Though I lie
Though I am not myself
I am an addiction with an addiction
And these pretty blue eyes should show it