We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
About Me
- Silly Rabitt
- Queer, Latina, bi cultural, Female, writer, poet, wise- -and these are just the things about me I cannot control.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Her
I miss her today. The only girl I've ever loved. I miss her smile and her laugh and falling asleep to the sound of her voice. I miss her skin and her smell and the way she said my name. I miss her. Who she is and was who I was when I was with her. I miss that person too.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This song
Tonight's sleepless night is all about music.
There is a song you gave me so long ago, and tonight I give it back. It has always made me think of you in that melancholy way we romanticize a time passed. Remember when we were so young and stupid (as if we aren't anymore) and we promised each other everything. A past to build a foundation on, a present to wake up for, and a future- moments to dream about.
But we're both gone now and among the few things you left me, this song is one of them.
Pink is kind of an amazing singer/songwriter/artist. It's sad how oblivious I've been to so many of her songs.
It's 5 am again.
There is a song you gave me so long ago, and tonight I give it back. It has always made me think of you in that melancholy way we romanticize a time passed. Remember when we were so young and stupid (as if we aren't anymore) and we promised each other everything. A past to build a foundation on, a present to wake up for, and a future- moments to dream about.
But we're both gone now and among the few things you left me, this song is one of them.
Pink is kind of an amazing singer/songwriter/artist. It's sad how oblivious I've been to so many of her songs.
It's 5 am again.
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