the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

a thousand years
a thousand fears
a thousand tears
we shed
for each other.

like moth
to flame,
a deadly game,
lost children
looking
for their mother,
and when hearts sing,
the music brings
magic
like no other.

the winter cold,
no hands to hold,
the summer
brief
and sunny

and in the mornings,
pressed
close to you,
cherished moments,
tender, loving,
funny,

we danced,
we laughed,
we flew,
we grew,
we dared,
we cared.

more than any soul
could know
or reason,
the light so bright,
the fit so right
for a hundred
precious
seasons,

the moth,
the flame,
the dance
the same,

then broken wings
and treasured
things
in pieces
all around us,

the dream
the only one
i long for,
here or there,
our souls
laid bare,

a million years
from now,

my heart
will
ever
hold you.

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<~ perfected ~>
@ |1:28 PM|

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