SJP133

Tonight? Hope builds, a crescendo wild and untamed Before it can be contained by the stone walls I call my heart. Tonight? The urge to see your face once more, the cravings grow stronger My personal drug has done me in again. Yes, tonight. My pulse quickens Pounding in my ears Pupils dilate in ecstasy. How can this be? Tonight! Run away with thoughts unchecked sneak away in the night to where I pay my drug handsomely and he handsomely pays me back.

Mon sourire ce n’est pas un sourire, c’est le soleil. Mes yeux ce n’est pas les yeux, c’est les étoiles. Ma joue ce n’est pas une joue, c’est une rose. Mon sourire ce n’est pas un sourire, c’est le soleil. Mon chéri et moi étions très heureux. Il était le premier que j'étais amoureuse, Mais notre rapport devenir un l‘horreur. Je suis parti et j’ai crié. Nos cœurs sont devenus séparément, Et ce brisé mes sentiments. Maintenant nous marchons les chemins indépendants. Je suis très désol&eac

Alone. A sorrowful existence, painted with blank lines and muted shades of grey. Floating endlessly. Isolated. Slowly sinking. The water plays tricks on the mind, a sky of flailing bubbles and warped smiles constant motion, clutter, but we're beneath that now. Sinking. Cold. Alive. Kicking hard, breaking the watery sky Gasping shock. Breathing in deeply. Expanding. Shiver blue, giggle gold, blush red and bleed green. Dance with the palette and with the artist's brush. Sun in our skin We begin to feel again.

Caught in a sea of roses. Sweet, faint perfume. Sweet as the memories. Faint as the memories. Fading, fading, to white. Blank white slates. Caught in a sea of roses. Turn to pick a new memory But thorns remind the new of old A sharp, stinging pain Brief as a short-lived candle, Burning as the flame. Caught in a sea of roses. Droplets of red on white Staining slates of gold Brewing storms of old Teardrops on satin cheeks. Bells echo in the cave. Caught in a sea of roses. They catch my skin Clinging, stinging, pain I wade through the crowd Desperate breaths on cold air Sharp as a rose's thorn. Caught in a sea of roses,

There's love inside my heart, I swear, Just sometimes it's not always there. When I said I loved you, swear, it's true, Obviously I meant so little to you. How can you lie, so sweet, so fine, When you're hanging from your pants, From a telephone line? Forever means nothing, never real, How can I tell you how I feel? Hearts rip, they break, my fragile bird Screaming and screaming and never is heard. Such a simple, simple, sweet little plan. Foolish to think that you were my man. But how can you lie, so sweet, so fine, When you're hanging from your pants, From a telephone line? Forever means nothing, never real, How can I show

hey baby. do we have anything in common? oh wait that's right, we really don't.. hey baby. i have to study tonight what? but i have an exam but.. i'm not ignoring-ok.. hey baby. i was thinking about possibly joining this thing soon. look at all the great things i could do! what do you mean? why not? but.. they're all so nice.. i'm not- they're not- ok.. hey baby.. can we go to a movie tonight? oh yay! oh wait- a party? what? okay.. oh- ok. hey baby! out to dinner tonight? oh i'd love to! when did you want to go? when did you want to meet? where did you want to go? when? -oh, later? ok. hungry yet? no? hungry yet?