mhm.

i wish i could have like a secret other blog that i could post stuff and people wouldnt know its me ya know?

i'm lame.

yeah i did it again. posted a mean blog and then deleted it and put this instead.

i was a beginner.

she's number four.
but its becoming a pretty shade of red.
there isn't a night where i don't color another part in.

she's sundays best.
i can't remember a better jump.
chalk drawings sometimes last forever.

slowly turning into

i didn't think it would happen again but i guess i couldnt hold my water like a seaworthy vessel because youre just putting holes in my ship.

colorado.

she moves just like i wish you did.
but i don't think i wish you were alive again.
then what would happen to my creative pen?
with nothing to write about, life is good underneath the flow.

suited man, god knows he looks away.
whatever happened to being confident?
you're just a black and white lament.
a poem that reads, "your eyes are quick and your bed thinks worse of me".

storming across her mind, i find a song.
it's carefully written yet scarcely rehearsed.
don't you dare jump, i'd like to play it first.
without a ticket home, she stands above raging whiteness.

-babyblue.