tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40130869970991489372024-03-13T16:38:08.130+11:00...Like Rose Coloured Glass<i>WHERE STYLE ONCE SPARKLED</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.comBlogger748125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-68325472466980643302016-11-10T22:30:00.001+11:002016-11-10T22:30:14.970+11:00The End<i>I've been wondering a lot lately,</i><br />
<i>If we'd still be together if I'd stayed on my meds.</i><br />
<i>I should have doubled the dosage</i><br />
<i>But I wanted so badly to feel.</i><br />
<i>I thought I was stronger,</i><br />
<i>I could handle the change.</i><br />
<i>But instead I withered</i><br />
<i>And drove you away.</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-29233975309771477652016-08-16T22:24:00.000+10:002016-08-16T22:24:21.130+10:00Glenn<i>I used to get my best nights sleep in your arms.</i><br />
<i>But now it's like we're puzzle pieces, that were never meant to fit...</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-70860700890841059562015-10-13T00:54:00.000+11:002015-10-13T00:54:27.565+11:00The Words I Never Got To Say<i>I really loved working with you.</i><br />
<i>And seeing you, every day.</i><br />
<i>And getting to know you.</i><br />
<br />
<i>Do you remember;</i><br />
<i>The time we played pool?</i><br />
<i>On the same team.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Do you remember;</i><br />
<i>The time we played pingpong?</i><br />
<i>You said how adorably uncoordinated I was.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Do you remember;</i><br />
<i>The time we played black jack?</i><br />
<i>Until sunrise, before we got asked to leave.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Do you remember the other games Jamie?</i><br />
<i>You played me since the first week we met.</i><br />
<i>But worse still, you played her too.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I think you're fun.</i><br />
<i>I think you're great.</i><br />
<i>I hope you don't think I was a mistake.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-71637428885958194312015-08-18T23:25:00.000+10:002015-08-18T23:25:12.054+10:00Waiting<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>I waited for Tom to wake up</i></div>
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<i>I waited for Alistair to come back.</i></div>
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<i>And now I'm waiting for Jamie</i></div>
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<i>To find the confidence to leave her.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>It's almost like I'm waiting</i></div>
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<i>For a train that's running late.</i></div>
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<i>It's almost like I'm waiting</i></div>
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<i>For my life, what a mistake.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-27730296144636840932015-07-26T17:08:00.000+10:002015-07-26T17:08:01.301+10:00In the valley of the toxic females...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>My first journey was when I was twelve or thirteen,</i></div>
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<i>Dealing with abandonment issues f</i><i>rom when</i></div>
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<i>The ambulance carried mum away.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>That was the first night I cried myself to sleep.</i></div>
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<i>That's when #1 was my best friend.</i></div>
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<i>Everyone wanted her to like them (I don't know why).</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>She just had that special something</i></div>
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<i>But her glint</i></div>
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<i>Soon turned to blade.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>The valley was a lonely place with high cliff walls</i></div>
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<i>And no escape.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Abandonment crept in again as I slowly</i></div>
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<i>Started to rebuild,</i><i> started to climb.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-52027177388471563062015-06-24T22:20:00.000+10:002015-06-24T22:20:12.566+10:00Six Months Later<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Your lips are like clouds," he said.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>In that sexy fucking accent.</i></div>
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<i>I always had a weakness for englishmen.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>He thought we could win big,</i></div>
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<i>And spend the night together.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>But we didn't win at the tables,</i></div>
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<i>And got politely escorted away.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>We're still here, six months later.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>He's still dating that girl.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I'm still mad about him.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Or just mad.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>He likes me too.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I'm sure of it.</i></div>
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<i>Doesn't he?</i></div>
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<i>Doesn't</i></div>
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<i>He</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-1794792409081981412015-05-23T18:11:00.001+10:002015-05-23T18:11:53.856+10:00AlistairYou would have turned twenty five this week.<br />
You would have been in America, still.<br />
I would have been here.<br />
I would have written you a message.<br />
I would have tried to make it heartfelt.<br />
I would have cried, writing it.<br />
You would have asked me to Skype.<br />
And I would have been awkward. But agreeable.<br />
I would have told you how much I loved you.<br />
I would have told you how much I missed you.<br />
I hope.<br />
<br />
It was your birthday on Monday.<br />
I spent the day here, fighting back the tears.<br />
Thinking about you.<br />
Thinking about what could have been.<br />
I think about you. Every day. Every night.<br />
I fight back the tears.<br />
Thinking, why did someone so good, have to die so young?<br />
Thinking, why didn't I tell you how much I cared?<br />
While you were still here. When you could have been mine.<br />
<br />
You're in my heart. You're in my head.<br />
And I'm trying to let go.<br />
And I'm trying.Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-78076900104517142262015-05-13T10:28:00.000+10:002015-05-13T10:28:02.196+10:00Coming Home To Nothing<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>"Your happiness doesn't live in Bali,"</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>He said.</i></div>
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<i>"Your happiness lives in here."</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>His finger on my chest,</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Reaching for my heart.</i></div>
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<i>Little did he know,</i></div>
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<i>It was buried much deeper.</i></div>
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<i>Locked behind bars of defence,</i></div>
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<i>Hidden by the wild vines of fear.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Trapped.</i></div>
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<i>Alone.</i></div>
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<i>And sad.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-69145187670710371132015-05-05T23:09:00.001+10:002015-05-05T23:09:27.339+10:00A Colleague<div style="text-align: center;">
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Somehow</div>
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(Even though we work under the same roof,</div>
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Seven days a week)</div>
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You barely see me.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Do you avoid me?</div>
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Do you avoid that sensation when your cheeks flush</div>
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(Red)</div>
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When we talk?</div>
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Do I make you nervous?</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Because I know you make me weak.</div>
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Because I know you make me nervous.</div>
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Because I know you leave me breathless.</div>
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Because I know you'll never be mine.</div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-89082672944557209812015-04-11T21:36:00.000+10:002015-04-11T21:37:46.091+10:00Peter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>You think I can be loved</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>You think you know me well</i></div>
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<i>But when you don't quite get your way</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I get a proverbial "go to hell".</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>It's strange to think of us</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>It's strange to think of we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>It's strange to think we were together</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And you still think we should be.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>But now I've put my foot down</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I don't want to live my life in reverse</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>But instead of talking, listening to me</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I'm cut from your universe.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-54868151543746125302015-04-03T21:08:00.001+11:002015-04-11T21:37:59.473+10:00The To-Do Column<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i><span id="goog_943696832"></span><span id="goog_943696833"></span>Your skin so smooth</i></div>
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<i>Your smile so nice</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Your eyes that glint</i></div>
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<i>With a mischievous vice.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>Your body strong</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Your tongue on mine</i></div>
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<i>You're reaching towards</i></div>
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<i>Where you draw the line.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-19302869259831765842015-02-07T14:49:00.002+11:002015-02-07T14:49:53.928+11:00Jamie<i>Last night, talking with Jamie.</i><br />
<i>Last night, at the bar with Jamie.</i><br />
<i>Last night, winning pool with Jamie,</i><br />
<i>And he sets up my final last shot.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Meeting Jamie and falling for Jamie.</i><br />
<i>Jamie telling me how intriguing I am.</i><br />
<i>Jamie asking me if I lied to him about my age.</i><br />
<i>Jamie making sure I'm okay.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Jamie carrying my bags and Jamie saying;</i><br />
<i>"Let's just get one more drink!"</i><br />
<i>Jamie saying "sorry" about Christmas.</i><br />
<i>Jamie saying it's hard enough to see me at work three days a week.</i><br />
<i>But he still hopes I get the job.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Being with Jamie and time stops.</i><br />
<i>Being alone together in a crowded room.</i><br />
<i>Being told to keep back from Jamie.</i><br />
<i>"But it's not your fault. You didn't know."</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>In a parallel world, Jamie doesn't have a girlfriend.</i><br />
<i>In a different world, Jamie could be mine.</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-85591705412749449972015-01-08T22:32:00.003+11:002015-01-08T22:32:40.262+11:00GoneWell now it's been months and you're still in my head.<br />
I can't wrap my mind around the idea that you're dead.<br />
You were so new to me yet you had my whole heart.<br />
And now I'm so empty I don't know where to start.<br />
To hit restart. To his rewind.<br />
What was ever really going through your mind?<br />
Did you love me too?<br />
Did you love me back?<br />
Or was I a game, another girl on the track.<br />
I'll never know your thoughts, your dreams.<br />
Whether I was your future.<br />
Or just ends to your means.<br />
<br />
<br />Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-33138145209539661222014-11-06T23:35:00.002+11:002014-11-06T23:35:35.527+11:00Posthumous<i>I'm on the train to teach and I'm surrounded by people. And all I keep thinking is how alone I am. As the tears well up. And I think about how hopeless I feel and wonder where all my dreams and ambitions went. When did I lose them? How? Did they fall out of my pockets? Spill onto the sidewalk? Did they fall at the same time you did?</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Every day feels so hard. That same monotony. That same feeling of nothing. Nothing. No thing.</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-45361655693141818882014-10-20T21:34:00.000+11:002014-10-20T21:36:29.791+11:00Psyche + Eros<i>You asked me why I was single, once.</i><br />
<i>"I'm too busy. Plus I don't believe in love," I told you.</i><br />
<i>You thought that was sad.</i><br />
<i>But you said you were too busy to be dating anyone, too.</i><br />
<i>Yet somehow we found time for each other.</i><br />
<i>Six dates in one week.</i><br />
<i>Countless messages, phone calls.</i><br />
<i>So many inside jokes as we wove the web of our private world.</i><br />
<i>In secret, for we didn't want to share what we had.</i><br />
<i>And then you left for your adventure, as you had planned.</i><br />
<i>"I'll see you soon," not "goodbye!"</i><br />
<i>Because you were coming back.</i><br />
<i>Because I was never good at goodbyes.</i><br />
<i>So instead you wrote me postcards on your travels.</i><br />
<i>You invited me to come join you, on the back of your bike.</i><br />
<i>See the world together.</i><br />
<i>We talked about what would happen when you returned.</i><br />
<i>We planned an idea of a life together.</i><br />
<i>Planned our next adventures.</i><br />
<i>Batgirl and the riddler. Against the world.</i><br />
<i>Our alter egos in our private world.</i><br />
<i>A world that's gone now. Broken into a thousand pieces.</i><br />
<i>Now that you're gone.</i><br />
<i>How can life go on when you're not coming back?</i><br />
<i>When every task seems a chore.</i><br />
<i>When every little thing reminds me of you.</i><br />
<i>Last time we spoke you told me I owed you a poem.</i><br />
<i>But this isn't what I was supposed to write.</i><br />
<i>It was supposed to be about happiness, love.</i><br />
<i>It was supposed to be about anything but this.</i><br />
<i>So now you go on to your next adventure.</i><br />
<i>Through the fields of asphodel and into elysium.</i><br />
<i>Into the great beyond.</i><br />
<i>Your taught me it was okay to love again and I fell for you.</i><br />
<i>Over and over again.</i><br />
<i>Forever in my heart, forever in my love.</i><br />
<i>I miss you already, Al.</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-4543994035366638212014-10-19T00:01:00.002+11:002014-10-19T00:01:17.686+11:00Al<i>I LOVED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH.</i>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-12592482047374046862014-09-20T14:14:00.000+10:002014-09-20T14:14:36.239+10:00The ModelI came to see you in Baan Tai.<br />
Baan fucking Tai.<br />
Well I guess it's not that far when you're already in Koh Phangan. Really.<br />
You picked me up on your motorbike,<br />
Like nothing had changed.<br />
"Hey you," you said in that accent,<br />
Like nothing had changed.<br />
From last year when you lived in Sydney,<br />
When we spoke every day.<br />
When I was falling for you,<br />
And when I was just a game.<br />
I remember once, asking if you were happy.<br />
"No. But I'm trying to be. Every day."<br />
I wonder if you're happy now,<br />
In Baan fucking Tai.<br />
Where it's always summer,<br />
Where you're always loved,<br />
Where you ran away to.<br />
And where I found you,<br />
For just five days.<br />
Where I tried to holiday.<br />
And where you tried,<br />
To start over.Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-58050735930928610822014-07-18T11:03:00.003+10:002014-07-18T11:03:51.631+10:00Taylor Squared<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>So here I am. </i><i>It's only 2:12am.</i></div>
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<i>And my pupils? Totally dilated.</i></div>
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<i>They've been like that for a while,</i></div>
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<i>Before midnight. </i><i>Before I saw you.</i></div>
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<i>Traipsing back to your apartment,</i></div>
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<i>As I stumbled, in arms, to the next bar.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>That girl on your arm.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Like me but smaller.</i></div>
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<i>Like me but different.</i></div>
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<i>Do you cook her dinner?</i></div>
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<i>Watch movies together?</i></div>
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<i>Take baths?</i></div>
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<i>Is it the same with every girl?</i></div>
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<i>Or am I different? Am I the girl?</i></div>
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<i>The girl who should have been a mansion.</i></div>
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<i>The girl who should have been a home.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-65766977588876310742014-07-13T22:29:00.000+10:002014-07-13T22:29:15.821+10:00Coming Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>It's 4.15am</i></div>
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<i>And I'm thinking about you.</i></div>
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<i>Naturally.</i></div>
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<i>I threw the flowers away today.</i></div>
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<i>Four weeks later.</i></div>
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<i>How they lasted so long I'll never know.</i></div>
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<i>So I'm thinking about you.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And your smile. And your lame lame jokes.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And how much I cared (in so little time).</i></div>
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<i>And I'm thinking, of course, how you'll never be mine.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-10739943652230901292014-06-18T00:46:00.000+10:002014-06-18T00:50:43.801+10:00"You're Beautiful"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Sometimes it can suck, being five foot two,</i></div>
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<i>Like when I can't reach the memory, of you.</i></div>
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<i>You wrote those words up so high on my glass,</i></div>
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<i>Before you left, that's when I saw you last.</i><br />
<i>Maybe tomorrow, I'll wipe you away,</i><br />
<i>Or maybe I'll see you again, one day.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-25038563158837804252014-06-11T11:19:00.000+10:002014-06-11T11:19:15.558+10:00First Date<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>You spent the night between my legs,</i></div>
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<i>My thighs gripping tight and my arms wrapped around you.</i></div>
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<i>Breathing heavy, holding on for dear life,</i></div>
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<i>As you showed me the city from the back of your bike.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-13665464714804143902014-06-06T01:16:00.000+10:002014-06-06T01:16:21.515+10:00Across The Sea<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>I spent the night in Paris, stretched out on the couch.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Your moves so slow, watching me watch you.</i></div>
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<i>I tried to be professional, I tried to act cool.</i></div>
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<i>But at the end of the night, you knew I wanted you too.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-53031362990421341902014-05-09T00:16:00.000+10:002014-05-09T00:24:51.806+10:00Luke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Please don't break his heart.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Just don't do it Amy. Please."</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Your voice was cracking, pleading.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>But what you were really saying was</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Please don't break mine."</i></div>
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<i>Or at least, "not again."</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-14624752334477164122014-04-30T00:58:00.000+10:002014-04-30T01:00:48.582+10:00Fifteenth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>He's kissing the sides of my face</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And I'm thinking how easy it would be</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>But I'm lonely and I know</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>That if I kiss him I'll be stuck</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And he'll be stuck on me.</i></div>
Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07698463612706638778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013086997099148937.post-87547436477272489202014-03-27T20:31:00.000+11:002014-03-27T20:31:37.812+11:00Departure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>I have this fantasy</i></div>
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<i>Where I run into you at an airport.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>At first, our eyes meet briefly</i></div>
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<i>As we walk.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>We both turn back and think</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Is it?"</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Our tongues slowly wrap around</i></div>
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<i>Each others' names.</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I'm not sure if we're on the same flight.</i></div>
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<i>But you tell me how good I look,</i></div>
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<i>As I walk away.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Calling me back</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And there's that fire again, same as that night</i></div>
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<i>On the 31st floor</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>At the Shangri-La.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Wasting the room.</i></div>
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