I'd fly away
To a higher plane
To say words I resist
To float away
To sigh
To breathe...forget
Heaven's not enough
You think you've found it
And it loses you
And if i could live what truth i did then take me there
Heaven goodbye
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
New York Makes You Strong
you may lose the girl. the one whose hair swirls, whose breath you feel all the way to your toes. this will hurt. that’s okay. feel it. the girl you want isn’t in new york anyway; the girl you want wouldn’t live in new york. she’s too tender, too sensitive to the overstimulation, just like you. but you can take it, for a little while. you can learn to put the armor on, & you can learn to take it off. this is how new york makes you strong.
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