I hear the trees
They whisper to me.
Soft, caring words.
It looks at me,
sits at my side.
And makes my thoughts burn.
The leaves,
wave my way,
as the wind blows
But when winter comes
all the trees'll die.
It will greatly show.
Whisper to me no more,
They're all dead.
But their secrets
will continue to grow.
I sit here waiting for my phone to ring,
But, it doesn't.
I'm just dying for you to make it sing,
But you don't.
I try to think of words to say.
Yeah, but
To tell you all of this, there's no way.
Whatever.
I ask you what's on your mind.
You lie.
You'll tell me something you though
From another time.
It's fake.
Current Residence: Wuthering Heights Favourite genre of music: indie::alternative::powerpop::techno::rock Skin of choice: Gaspard's...ooer Personal Quote: Vox audita perit, litera scripta manet.
Favourite Movies
Le Dernier Jour::Paris, Je t'aime::Two for the Road::Four Brothers
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
PlayRadioPlay!::Tegan and Sara::N.E.R.D::Jack's Mannequin::Yeah Yeah Yeah's
So:
:bulletgreen: It's my birthday!!! :party:
:bulletgreen: Today I turn 19, I'm super excited!! :boogie:
:bulletgreen: And I'm ready to eat some C A K E !!! :cake:
That is all.
:peace: