lLa lFemme
Bluelighter
it's dimmed lit & breezy, half a moon shines out tonight,
i sit outside on a 6th floor hallway, two lights busted, one flashing half alive,
some cars cruising- some just passing by, isolated old g's gossiping, & a few stars shining out in the sky..
& i'm here listening to a boy on the phone, w/ my half damaged heart & a half lit capri' menthol
& as he spoke, his words filled my chest, fresh air through the cracks of my soul.
its too good to be true in this half damaged world, w/ half kept promises.
half loved marriages, half dead ex’s hiding away in their semi active lives w/ half felt lies.
i can't be that kind, anymore... i realized the whole truth through my half lived life.
there’s too many halves & none make me feel like i wanna be a wife. i know i'm not alone...
but every where i go;
there’s a half forgotten past, half furnished homes from half hated jobs,
house wrecked fuck whores, half the sum of what parents intended to be,
half wanted divorces, half set curses, half grown men w/ cheap talk in their eyes
and sex on their hands.
i suppose its a balance or a middle man for these half past bullshieters.
which it isn't enough for me. for these whole felt dreams w/ more than half smart mind w/ no guidance & less than half the estimated time on my palm pilot..
there’s more than half a set wall to be broken down for more than a half felt me... if that’s what he wants...
there’s a fight for this half known love & the halves are staking up w/ no matches.
and i'm not doing the matching, its enticing the way they all swear there’s a pink painted road for lovers.
i'm past the half collected fairy tale gold edition sets,
disney was nicer when i was half of these twenty one years of age..
though i can't lie, i haven't felt these whole felt smiles in such a long time... he makes me laugh even online.
I'm more than half afraid for falling for these half known lines through a not so known guy...
to then be alone again on a half felt search w/ these half wacked social nerds & dirty hoes in line.... peace. this shiet is more than half wack... things happen on their own.... i suppose.
- be honest... =) -:::smiles:::
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i sit outside on a 6th floor hallway, two lights busted, one flashing half alive,
some cars cruising- some just passing by, isolated old g's gossiping, & a few stars shining out in the sky..
& i'm here listening to a boy on the phone, w/ my half damaged heart & a half lit capri' menthol
& as he spoke, his words filled my chest, fresh air through the cracks of my soul.
its too good to be true in this half damaged world, w/ half kept promises.
half loved marriages, half dead ex’s hiding away in their semi active lives w/ half felt lies.
i can't be that kind, anymore... i realized the whole truth through my half lived life.
there’s too many halves & none make me feel like i wanna be a wife. i know i'm not alone...
but every where i go;
there’s a half forgotten past, half furnished homes from half hated jobs,
house wrecked fuck whores, half the sum of what parents intended to be,
half wanted divorces, half set curses, half grown men w/ cheap talk in their eyes
and sex on their hands.
i suppose its a balance or a middle man for these half past bullshieters.
which it isn't enough for me. for these whole felt dreams w/ more than half smart mind w/ no guidance & less than half the estimated time on my palm pilot..
there’s more than half a set wall to be broken down for more than a half felt me... if that’s what he wants...
there’s a fight for this half known love & the halves are staking up w/ no matches.
and i'm not doing the matching, its enticing the way they all swear there’s a pink painted road for lovers.
i'm past the half collected fairy tale gold edition sets,
disney was nicer when i was half of these twenty one years of age..
though i can't lie, i haven't felt these whole felt smiles in such a long time... he makes me laugh even online.
I'm more than half afraid for falling for these half known lines through a not so known guy...
to then be alone again on a half felt search w/ these half wacked social nerds & dirty hoes in line.... peace. this shiet is more than half wack... things happen on their own.... i suppose.
- be honest... =) -:::smiles:::
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