you should've known better than to have made your wings out of wax.
I've always said I'm never gonna be the girl that waits by the phone. I am now.
It's absolutely perplexing. I know I shouldn't have these wax wings. How do I know, you ask? Cause not only do I find myself checking my phone for texts, I also am drawn to Shania Twain. It's insanity!!
ha, geez.
Now I know what he means when he tells me it sucks. I let go of someone only to be caught up in something new, but that hinges on the previous statement. It's a vicious circle. I'm holding on to the idea that after my birthday I'll have some clarity. Getting away from this terrible excuse for a home life will clear up the fog, give me freedom at last. I'm counting the days, except not really, cause that's a lot of days. Let's just say I'm counting down.
to do: finish both Palahnuik books and return to Billie, rent Still Walking, stop procrastinating Physics homework, get a fall formal dress, become less addicted to sappy love ballads (ha! never gonna happen,) become less awkward, work on my confidence, and stop flying so close to the sun with these damn wax wings on.
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About Me
- hillaryelise
- Spark a match and watch the candle burn. The wick runs out and love takes its turn. On fallen angels and broken sounds, we will last past the final round. It took a while for you to find me, because i was hiding in the lime tree. Above the city in the rain cloud, i poked a hole and watched it drain out. Parallel to the city streets, our broken crowns beneath our feet, but as we walk across the diamonds, we know that love is always shining. So save me love, save me all the time. I'll wash you down with a simple sip of wine, and toast my glass to all my loved ones, to let them know that the stars well they still shine.
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