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bird with a broken wing.-bird with a broken wing.
it was late. the sea looked like the end of the world and they were telling us to grow up when really all we wanted to do was dream. the water was dark and still at the bottom of the rock bank where we sat.
the boys around me picked up small rocks and threw them as far as they could. i looked up at the sky and asked them why they had to ruin the calm. and they said they had to know they could make an impact on something. that they could change something. anything
i could see stars, but really they were just satellites.
it was the feeling of knowing i'd never be able to put your cds away.
by *rachel-rhapsody
harlequinade smilehe has a harlequinade smile and sometimes we fuck under the stars. in the backyard; a mess of drunken, tired limbs shaking in the breeze and shaking under one another, we disregard everything we care about for as long as we want and everything is perfect as long as we keep it that way.harlequinade smile
we collapse into each other; our heartbeats slowing and our breaths becoming deeper as we lay next to each other and watch what we can see of the stars from our suburban backyard. he tells me they're beautiful, and all i can remember is the real stars; the real night sky without the purple haze of pollution clouding the sky. i want to show him the
by *rachel-rhapsody
can't talk about it nowi sit on the end of her bed and watch her braid her hair. she's beautiful in the dim light from the lamp on the floor.can't talk about it now
the way her dark tangelled hair falls around her shoulders makes my heart ache. if only i could run my fingers through it and show her how amazing she looks. she has pale skin and red cheeks, wide eyes that are sometimes green and sometimes brown, and dark eyelashes that she wishes were longer.
she talks to me about love sometimes. tells me how she's too broken to care, too scared to want to. i tell her that love could heal her cuts and bruises if only she'd let it. but she won't.
by *rachel-rhapsody
sad french films.'take me to a sunsoaked horizon' 'wake up to yourself. life isn't a fucking love story' - but oh how she wished it was. if only his smile reminded her of the way the sun seemed to shine just that little bit brighter on a winter's day, or of watching the sun set in summer. if only she could walk around with a handful and a pocketful and a heartfull of stories. but she can never see his reflection in the midnight sky and he never tells her she's beautiful. - he has dark circles under his eyes and when things go wrong he sits alone in small parks drinking until he passes out. at first, she thought it was beautifullysad french films.
by *rachel-rhapsody
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oh, nostalgia
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why does the sun go on shining?
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