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Published: 2010-12-27 13:44:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 753; Favourites: 27; Downloads: 9
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Model: Crystal MethWe know that our whole world is all around us all the time,
And still we might, forget to stand up straight.
We might forget that we should never wait.
And that life is much too short for hate.
But it's alright cause the moments that I have you at all
Are worth every mouse-ridden hole in my wall.
We fight and I forget that you aren't one of them.
You're something more.
I'd like to rub the pink all over this, and erase the time that I have missed and mark it all back with a tactless tack and let you know I'm not coming back.
Well.
(You can't forget to return if you've never left.)
And it's alright, because these soles are sewn to the fabric of yours.
And the stitches made between couldn't be more tastefully sore.
I tugged and pulled and
may've torn a little out
but the needle's ready &
guts are out
and you are here
and I am there
and we'll make something worth a stare.
I'd like you to hear my voice but not at all if it,
Can only bring the angry tones that you've heard.
There's so many better things that you deserve.
And I'll figure them out.
I'll figure them all out.
And I'll grab my sharpie and write my message on the wall;
Crystal was here, oh Crystal was here.
Crystal was here, but now she's gone to take a walk in the Flowers garden and she won't be back until you've heard the songs the petals sing, and the joy she needs to bring has been brought.
we might forget that we should never wait
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Comments: 17
some nights I miss you so much. the words don't come as beautifully as they used to. but if you ever come back, just to look, just to see, I miss you as the fish miss the sea. I don't know if we'll ever happen again. but I can only hope.
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This just...;aklfjdaskl;fj Jesus. This is really beautiful. All of it.
You are so good haha
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Hahaha! God love you. Thank you so much!! haha
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jdioasdiuas
beautifulllllll photo & the poem is just wow
i listened to "begin to hope" as i read it ;3
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thanks so much, kind miss 
I'm terrribly glad you, my fellow Regina fan, enjoyed it hehe
and that is how you pull out the magic!
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most definitely! when i read that i was like 
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Standing on a bus stop, feeling you head pop
Out in the night, in the kind of night
Where you want to be out on the street, on the street,
Crawling up the walls like a cat in heat,
And the air is thin and it blows through your skin and you feel like something is about to begin,
But you don't know what and you don't know when,
So you tear out your hair and you scratch at your skin.
You wanna run away, run away,
Just get on the fucking train and leave today,
But it doesn't matter where you spend the night, you just might end up somewhere in a fight and in fright,
Or calling your room on a concrete shelf and fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed
In a wishing well, a wishing well, a wishing well, a wishing well
Well you're tossed in the air And you fell and you fell
Through the dark blue waters Where you cast your spell
Like you were just a wish that could turn out well
So you stand on the corner Where the angels sit
And you think to yourself, "This is it, this is it.
This is all that I have, and all I can stand is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand."
That you tossed in the air, and I fell, and I fell all the way to the bottom of the well, of the well.
Like those soft little secrets that you tell, that you tell To yourself when you think no one's listening too well
And the walls spin, and you're paper-thin, from the haze of the smoke and the mescaline.
The threat of your brow under unmade sheets, in your ear with the noise from the darkest streets.
We ran far and wide, you screamed, you cried, you thought suicide was an alibi.
But you were always a mess, you were always aloof.
Yeah, it's awful, I guess, but it's the awful truth.
It was truth from the first to the last words that she read.
And she emerged from the dark like a ghost in my head.
She said, "I haven't forgot any words that you said. I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep, and I tear up your letters and I burn them in heaps, and I gather the ashes in that hole in the ground where we fell."
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whoa.
like, speechless, I-adore-that-beyond-words whoa.
what in the hell is that?
it is crazy.
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That is Wishing Well, by The Airborne Toxic Event, an alternative rock band whose songs have been described as 'Poetry you can dance to'. I think you'd love them.
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thanks! who knew a basement could have potential? haha
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thanks very much!
the poem is actually based around the tune of a Regina Spektor song, "Begin to Hope".
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WHAAA
hehe TANKS! It's much appreciated! good to be on the right track
//loves this comment.
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