| Hands through unwashed hair. We may never be the same. I got you and you got the fame. Kisses on smoke caressed lips. I wish you could see me now. "Stop loving me so much." Your wish is my command. |
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Bethy doesn't sleep...
...she just counts sheep. |
I've got a big mouth.
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- am I just a sad song with nothing to say?
- Strike three, you're out.
- Can you keep a secret?
- You keep calling and I keep hitting silence.
- yes, of course I'm perfectly content.
- Lovely souls on chopping blocks.
- "That thing in your chest isn't beating, it's coun...
- Lives are snatched up like quarters on a sidewalk.
- I'm in the mindset of murder.
- Fingertips on busted lips.
- Smiles are great.
- Don't deny it when you're face to face with demons.
- Love don't mean a thing.
- Drop another heart.
- Where sleeplessness is rest from nightmares.
- I love you in a weird kinda way. It's enough to wa...
- Watch you spin.
- That's what you get.
- ch-ch-ch-check it out!
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You just think you know me.
- Bethy
- I'm Bethy. I write a lot, and most of it makes no sense. Bare with me though, you might get into it.
This is like...
| lying on the rug in your parents front hall at 4am after you realize you aren't really friends with your friends anymore |
1 comment:
it may have been hard to write, but i really like it. it's like... simple, but still complex in a way.
if that makes sense...
but yeah. i really like it
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