

AshMy insides burn into ash Nothing more than cinders Lying on the cold floorAsh
They sit where I left them When you left me Alone to wallow in this haze
I can hear the rain
Tapping against the window glass Chilling grey outside like the lost breaths of ciagarette smoke falling from your lips
It's days like this that remind me of you Dismal and crude Passionate and spiteful
I remember sitting with you In the muted, soft light and listening to your heart rapping
with the steady pace of the shower outside
We


"Always."I've done it all for you. Sacrificed, struggled,"Always."
even lied. Always for you.
And you've left me alone To wallow in my sadness About lost love And new fears.
You left me with something important though. Something that you loved. And if you loved it,
then what choice do I have but to care for it too.
When we were young, I would watch you swing at the playground. And when you would say my name, I could feel my lips curve into a smile. You always made me smile.
And after we were grown I watched as you found new


WindowThe windows are covered in a coat of fog drips slowly drizzling down the warm, smooth surface.Window
An aura, a comfort in the small space drifts upon the air we're breathing.
And I inhale deeply, Intoxicated with this feeling, Complete ecstasy.
The morning is blurry outside the misted glass, and I can make out the simple silhouettes of buildings against the sunrise.
Your chest is rising and falling so steadily against my skin, and my body moves with yours.
Like the night before in this dim, stuffy hotel room, when two impassioned


Get AwayI am sitting at a table in a dim coffee house staring at the salt shaker in front of me. I hear a clattering of dishes from the room to my right. A man wearing a handkerchief and a blue shirt turns out of it and goes to the register, where a middle aged woman and a boy with a ponytail are standing. I cant tell how old he is. Probably in college. On the walls to my left there are two paintings. I cant read the signature well, but they remind me of Picasso. Theyre probably by some young, bohemian, college student wearing thick rimmed glasses and birkenstocks. In front of me, a woman is singing out the notes to a song she has bGet Away
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BLUES gone Melancholy¿
It was awesome!
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BLUES gone Melancholy¿
Ergh.. we had to leave because our friend Sarah (aka president of FHHS Speech) was having a speech party that went until midnight.
We promised we'd go so we left right after.
But I loved it!!
You
Mkay?
Yeah.
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BLUES gone Melancholy¿
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BLUES gone Melancholy¿
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