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Sleep now moon
I'll watch over him while the sun is up
And you'll have his eyes again soon
It's a glorious day
And my lonely heart is tired again
And I'm starved for his attention
Sleep now sweet prince
I'll cheer for you silently
And carefully not to disturb
And I'll be ready for you on that evening
When you're starved for my attention
And You'll say
Wait now princess
There's a brilliant sky above
And a jealous moon in love
And they are starved for our attention
But sleep now moon
For that's when he sparks a little light in my eye
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| 07.02.04 (5:10 pm) [edit] |
I went shopping today. With Kelcey. And I had a blast. She's so much fun. She reminds me of Danielle and Sam.. minus the bad stuff. It was so much fun. I got a cute maroom tank top with a flower thing on the shoulder, a pretty one, not those ulgy crappy looking flower pins. And I got some jeans, a "poncho" thing from the 60's and a sweater thing. I was about to get a cigar box purse but I was like, no be strong, no more purses.
And I'm listening to the best music ever. Indie rock. New Indie Rock. And it's great. I love Indie and I just downloaded Nestcape/AOL radio and I'm in heaven right now listening to random Indie songs. Now I have like a million more bands I love. Cuz every one of the bands and their songs sounds so frickin' similar to The Stroke's in some way. It makes me happy.
I would tell you more of my day, as in the ice cream incident, popables and spiderman 2 (which is a cute movie I love it) and some sexy skaters sitting on a bench BUT I won't now, I'll leave you in suspense.
But I love you all.
<3 Ash >
Here's this cuz I thought it was cute...
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning as you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you?
Does he know that place below your neck that's your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like, "I love you far too much"?
Does he lie awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarretes?
Is he coughing now?
On the bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more,
You wont ever see.
But most hide inside yourself,
eternally.
Well, I drug your ghost across the country,
and we plotted out my death.
In every city memories would whisper,
"Here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago but I dug my teeth into my knees.
And I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine,
"You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine."
And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me; they reminded me of hers.
And in a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun bruised field.
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder,
clapped under our hands,
and it stretched for centuries,
until a diary entry's end.
Where I wrote,
"You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey."
Well, the clock's heart, it hangs inside it's open chest.
With it's hands stretched toward the calander, hanging itself.
But I will not weep for those dying days,
for all the ones who left, for the few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me from the grass,
where I was laid.
Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself
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Basics
Name::Ashley
Age::Fifteen
Local::The Sunshine State
Stats::Hmmm...
Hair::Dark Brown With Little Blonde Highlights In It
Eyes::Baby Blue
Height::5'8
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