All I feel is contempt.
But why?
You are better than what you did,
And you shouldn't need me to tell you that.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sound Advice
Don't tell a girl she's beautiful,
Show her that she is.
Because words lost all meaning when everyone started talking.
Don't tell a girl she's beautiful,
Show her that she is.
Sneak out of bed late at night to pick a rose from your neighbours garden,
Put it in a box and give it to her the next day.
Write her a poem that doesn't rhyme,
But ends with the word Forever.
Smile just because you're with her,
And make her laugh too.
Tell her that you can't write love songs,
But find her the best ones ever written.
Hold her hand and squeeze it tight,
Then apologise for hurting her.
Creep up behind her slowly,
And hug her waist gently.
Show her that shes beautiful,
Show her that you love her,
And the next time you tell her so,
She will believe you, Forever.
Show her that she is.
Because words lost all meaning when everyone started talking.
Don't tell a girl she's beautiful,
Show her that she is.
Sneak out of bed late at night to pick a rose from your neighbours garden,
Put it in a box and give it to her the next day.
Write her a poem that doesn't rhyme,
But ends with the word Forever.
Smile just because you're with her,
And make her laugh too.
Tell her that you can't write love songs,
But find her the best ones ever written.
Hold her hand and squeeze it tight,
Then apologise for hurting her.
Creep up behind her slowly,
And hug her waist gently.
Show her that shes beautiful,
Show her that you love her,
And the next time you tell her so,
She will believe you, Forever.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Phone Call
I called a sucide hotline,
and told them i was on top of the third tallest building in the city.
I spoke to the girl on the other end of the phone for a while, and watched, from across the street, as the police cars pulled up out the front of the building i had described.
and told them i was on top of the third tallest building in the city.
I spoke to the girl on the other end of the phone for a while, and watched, from across the street, as the police cars pulled up out the front of the building i had described.
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