<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:47:42.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>make a halo with your hands</title><subtitle type='html'>man made perfections for the angels inside us all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5396304918622273699</id><published>2009-03-16T13:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:35:33.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the door</title><content type='html'>back to the door where it feels right&lt;br /&gt;she's just another version of you&lt;br /&gt;yeah back to the door it just feels right&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back on the floor where it feels right&lt;br /&gt;she's the right perversion of you&lt;br /&gt;then back to the door cause it feels right&lt;br /&gt;now keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's screaming things, i want to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you say to me but your not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in these avenues, i think you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the words she says, i bet you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've found that door, and passed it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll drink to you and pass the cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's sipping wine, that i drink too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and showing things, i'm gonna touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her back to the door and keep knocking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;/div&gt;til you hear me come - back to the door&lt;br /&gt;yeah keep knocking, keep knocking&lt;br /&gt;back to the door&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5396304918622273699?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5396304918622273699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5396304918622273699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5396304918622273699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5396304918622273699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-door.html' title='back to the door'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1163584347094302318</id><published>2008-07-17T13:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:26:36.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i remember those walks to that park by the shore&lt;br /&gt;talking about levitation or the love it brings&lt;br /&gt;the cherry marks left from our passion sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i stopped you before you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;all the places you wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;even if you never knew how to walk away&lt;br /&gt;even though we knew the levitations could help our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and how much i hated that lip gloss you wore&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't wait to wipe it from my mouth again&lt;br /&gt;as you promised to not wear it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we always knew this story's ending&lt;br /&gt;the promises that sent us on our way home&lt;br /&gt;the promises of blind answers to the future questions that we own&lt;br /&gt;the promises of residue your trust betrayed and sold&lt;br /&gt;the promises of all the things we've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promise to promise my way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1163584347094302318?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1933543447640097330</id><published>2008-06-27T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:04:25.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where i'll meet you</title><content type='html'>baby let it go&lt;br /&gt;everything around you&lt;br /&gt;baby let it show&lt;br /&gt;everything you've expected to have&lt;br /&gt;it's not the ending that counts&lt;br /&gt;it's when you've realized you've arrived there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was wrong&lt;br /&gt;but could we've known&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's right&lt;br /&gt;and the next move is your's to make&lt;br /&gt;it's not what happens in the end&lt;br /&gt;it's how far you'd go to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a town near by&lt;br /&gt;where the ending never comes&lt;br /&gt;everyone arrives&lt;br /&gt;but they pass right through&lt;br /&gt;that's where i'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;it's where i'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby let it go&lt;br /&gt;it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;because i let it go&lt;br /&gt;again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1933543447640097330?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1933543447640097330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1933543447640097330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1933543447640097330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1933543447640097330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-ill-meet-you.html' title='where i&apos;ll meet you'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5223907579928453992</id><published>2008-05-07T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:35:12.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>saving graces</title><content type='html'>i'm kicking around the pieces&lt;br /&gt;these memories you've left behind this door&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in all your blankets again&lt;br /&gt;but they can't keep me warm anymore&lt;br /&gt;so i'm finding comfort in stills&lt;br /&gt;and spirits i carry home with me everynight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the only thing that still feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room is empty again&lt;br /&gt;everything i have pushed back to the walls&lt;br /&gt;remembering march nineth&lt;br /&gt;where i kept you pressed against it all&lt;br /&gt;i always gave you my best&lt;br /&gt;whether it was in my arms or in our bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the only thing that really felt right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5223907579928453992?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5223907579928453992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3428305180412446985</id><published>2008-04-29T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:08:29.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect words</title><content type='html'>i woke up in my car&lt;br /&gt;retracing how i got here&lt;br /&gt;outside your house&lt;br /&gt;covered in blinding regret&lt;br /&gt;but i can see you&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in those red curtains&lt;br /&gt;hand on the window&lt;br /&gt;you want to touch me again&lt;br /&gt;but still won't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night you wept&lt;br /&gt;and set that room on fire&lt;br /&gt;with anger from trust&lt;br /&gt;i saw love leave your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but i can see you&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in those white sheets&lt;br /&gt;love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;you want to touch me again&lt;br /&gt;but still won't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am again&lt;br /&gt;alone in front of another ending&lt;br /&gt;this could be it&lt;br /&gt;the exact moment i've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;but can i remember the perfect words from last night&lt;br /&gt;or will i just stare at all the things i fear i've lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3428305180412446985?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3428305180412446985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3428305180412446985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3428305180412446985'/><link 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/&gt;now you know i'm here to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;so i can finally tell you how much this hurts&lt;br /&gt;every time you say "tonight let's just be lovers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to fight it&lt;br /&gt;i just can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away tonight&lt;br /&gt;without resolve, without strength&lt;br /&gt;knowing i just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll just wait around these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to remember how you really felt&lt;br /&gt;when you wanted to touch the man i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you i hear behind that voice anymore&lt;br /&gt;it was your soul that sounded like true affection&lt;br /&gt;every time you used to say "let's stay like this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't seem to fight it&lt;br /&gt;i just can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away tonight&lt;br /&gt;without resolve, without strength&lt;br /&gt;knowing i just don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how to fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to fight it some how&lt;br /&gt;but i don't ever want to forget that night&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to fight it&lt;br /&gt;stolen and broken my heart was on stage&lt;br /&gt;the night it seemed like everyone cares&lt;br /&gt;the three hours that everything changed&lt;br /&gt;that night you filled these empty stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please bare with me now&lt;br /&gt;while i try to walk away again&lt;br /&gt;without you and without the strength&lt;br /&gt;of knowing i just don't know how&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3873091122672616216?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2871133083894628518</id><published>2008-03-20T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:06:10.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>know</title><content type='html'>she said "lately, it's been an interesting string&lt;br /&gt;the line between where we started and what you still sing,"&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i’m gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "greatly, i've been quite the spoiled one&lt;br /&gt;smiling at how i know i decide when all this will be done"&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, you know you know you know&lt;br /&gt;but i'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "i am uptight and wonderful like you've known&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing more than the beautiful disaster i've always shown”&lt;br /&gt;i am forever yours, i know i know i know no i know&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said "sorry’s don't hold up to the offenses they defend&lt;br /&gt;but suffice a hunger for words that cripples more than it mends&lt;br /&gt;i was never yours, i think you knew, i know you know”&lt;br /&gt;but i still believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2871133083894628518?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2871133083894628518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2871133083894628518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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us,&lt;br /&gt;quietly trapped&lt;br /&gt;between our winter lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it away for now&lt;br /&gt;but don't misplace it&lt;br /&gt;take care of it until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;like you do your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forever&lt;br /&gt;felt just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;for our minor roles&lt;br /&gt;but december&lt;br /&gt;could bring us together&lt;br /&gt;except no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the day it ended&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the day it didn't even start&lt;br /&gt;i watched you walk into tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and the way you carried your heart&lt;br /&gt;forever remember december&lt;br /&gt;for it's passion and lust&lt;br /&gt;forever remember december&lt;br /&gt;for what it did to us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2068999706864131524?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3156848563624214819</id><published>2008-03-07T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:22:38.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiven me</title><content type='html'>the stains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown to love and hate&lt;br /&gt;still feel as fresh tonight as they ever did&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to resurrect the stories&lt;br /&gt;with the hand that is lying next to them&lt;br /&gt;flush as they watch me grow hoary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know you've never forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;because some how i will never forget&lt;br /&gt;the bottles you've helped me empty&lt;br /&gt;the passion i can finally neglect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still the only one&lt;br /&gt;in this room who has the right to yell&lt;br /&gt;obscenities and predictions of fate&lt;br /&gt;regarding the parents and guardians&lt;br /&gt;of these stains i swear i still hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3156848563624214819?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3156848563624214819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3156848563624214819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3156848563624214819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3156848563624214819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiven-me.html' title='forgiven me'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6234827195297646607</id><published>2008-03-06T11:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T11:50:40.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ruined</title><content type='html'>you sounded so good on the phone today&lt;br /&gt;so i just built these scenes around you again&lt;br /&gt;constructions of where i wanted to stand&lt;br /&gt;solidly fake and easily broken&lt;br /&gt;you're so perfect from far far away&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm holding on you crumble up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm grinning like a jealous lover&lt;br /&gt;gripping things just to see how hard i can squeeze&lt;br /&gt;and relying on all these fucked up dreams&lt;br /&gt;just to understand how you ripped out of the deepest parts of me&lt;br /&gt;i no longer see you in the stories you're in&lt;br /&gt;but i still want to remember the smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these shirts you've ruined&lt;br /&gt;and all the days i've died&lt;br /&gt;all the melting summer nights&lt;br /&gt;and all the precious tastes i've tried&lt;br /&gt;all your tragic horror stories&lt;br /&gt;of all the different times i lied&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to believe in you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6234827195297646607?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6234827195297646607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6234827195297646607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6234827195297646607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6234827195297646607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/ruined.html' title='ruined'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-7144012222689410733</id><published>2008-03-05T14:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:13:51.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on</title><content type='html'>all this chaotic innocence&lt;br /&gt;these wings i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;these things i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;i'll just try them on for a while&lt;br /&gt;could they ever rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing this power of choice&lt;br /&gt;doing what i want tonight&lt;br /&gt;or listening to the solemn voice&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;"hold on, just give it some time&lt;br /&gt;no hold on, and give it some time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i could rush right back in&lt;br /&gt;she's unexpected, some kind of jem&lt;br /&gt;these things i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;she brings what i'm not used to&lt;br /&gt;could it ever rescue me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing this challenge of choice&lt;br /&gt;just do what i want tonight&lt;br /&gt;or listen closely to this solemn voice&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;"and hold on, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;just hold on, just a little more time"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-7144012222689410733?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/7144012222689410733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=7144012222689410733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/7144012222689410733'/><link rel='self' 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breathe&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know i'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but not about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because it's just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i forget the&lt;br /&gt;parting glances, the second chances&lt;br /&gt;i can't regret all&lt;br /&gt;the times i took them for granted&lt;br /&gt;now i'm running&lt;br /&gt;through the moments i've kept you in&lt;br /&gt;you're so stunning&lt;br /&gt;in every memory that you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but not about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;because it's just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how flawless you seem from far away&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow just looks like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;don't go now, just stay&lt;br /&gt;how rigid you've grown from day to day&lt;br /&gt;i just want to see you like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;don't go now, i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you're sorry now&lt;br /&gt;but what about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;is it too far away to touch&lt;br /&gt;is it just too far to touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1214251377199011674?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1214251377199011674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1214251377199011674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1214251377199011674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1214251377199011674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/squeeze.html' title='squeeze'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6348782284658161181</id><published>2008-03-04T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:20:05.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly</title><content type='html'>i miss the way your voice cracks&lt;br /&gt;when you start to scream&lt;br /&gt;i could hold on to all your possibilities&lt;br /&gt;as you drive them through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming on to you slowly&lt;br /&gt;just like death&lt;br /&gt;i want to take every part of you&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;your last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to carry all this weight&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders are strong but too thin&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't find it there to wait&lt;br /&gt;or in you to try it in two trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm coming on to you slowly&lt;br /&gt;just like death&lt;br /&gt;i want to take every part of you&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;your last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel the pulse slow down&lt;br /&gt;i feel the grip release&lt;br /&gt;i see the pale look of silence&lt;br /&gt;when i scream please&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to remember&lt;br /&gt;that i can wait forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6348782284658161181?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5305574587657986968</id><published>2008-03-04T17:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:30:48.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sing me love</title><content type='html'>you walked in and stared at me&lt;br /&gt;crying "please forgive me, please"&lt;br /&gt;cause you knew i would, you knew&lt;br /&gt;yes i've got enough pride to swallow&lt;br /&gt;but i know you i can't follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize for not living up to it&lt;br /&gt;ideas of who you could walk over&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you did, i know&lt;br /&gt;but i have what it takes this time&lt;br /&gt;to just smile and sing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit of something's left&lt;br /&gt;even if that's true i have to go&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone knows, we know&lt;br /&gt;sing me love, sing me loss&lt;br /&gt;sing me everything that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;that i'll let go&lt;br /&gt;sing me love, sing me loss&lt;br /&gt;sing me everything that i let go&lt;br /&gt;that i just let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5305574587657986968?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5305574587657986968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5305574587657986968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5305574587657986968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5305574587657986968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/03/sing-me-love.html' title='sing me love'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1807664061443243178</id><published>2008-02-27T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:31:32.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dark grey pleasure</title><content type='html'>i keep letting go of what i remember&lt;br /&gt;and holding on to these things that i know&lt;br /&gt;but you possess all my strength&lt;br /&gt;yes my breath, my grip, and my soul&lt;br /&gt;this keeps getting better and bigger&lt;br /&gt;the death for the birth of a star&lt;br /&gt;and if i was in a room full of people&lt;br /&gt;i'd just want to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tossing out numbers and letters&lt;br /&gt;they don't say the same as your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the lights and the darks are forever&lt;br /&gt;it's the greys that tell us our lies&lt;br /&gt;these seconds are fading with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;so pleasure can't know where we are&lt;br /&gt;but if i knew this room full of people&lt;br /&gt;i'd still want to know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want to know who you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1807664061443243178?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1807664061443243178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6206132708692346778</id><published>2008-02-22T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:55:20.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's alright, it's ok</title><content type='html'>i can't keep touching this place&lt;br /&gt;on a day, like today&lt;br /&gt;i remember how beautiful you could be&lt;br /&gt;to me, like today&lt;br /&gt;but i can't keep touching you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be right there&lt;br /&gt;and stay forever as a memory&lt;br /&gt;like the images of you&lt;br /&gt;that lavender always brings&lt;br /&gt;i see you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep looking at you from here&lt;br /&gt;on a night, like tonight&lt;br /&gt;i see the beauty you always seem to have&lt;br /&gt;to me, like tonight&lt;br /&gt;but i can't keep looking at this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, it's ok to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;it's alright, it's ok to start over&lt;br /&gt;is it ok to have never started&lt;br /&gt;if i only had one more day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6206132708692346778?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6206132708692346778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6206132708692346778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6206132708692346778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't speak&lt;br /&gt;i breath soft&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's me you've called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hold on&lt;br /&gt;to each word&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful lies i've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, i miss you every night&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, yes i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and i will never love you the same again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-4817675465766609981?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/4817675465766609981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=4817675465766609981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;but something left you free and uncovered&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm not afraid, i can see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching you move around in here&lt;br /&gt;so wounded and with so much quiet pain&lt;br /&gt;and now all the lonely things i gave you&lt;br /&gt;have found their way to the ground and broken&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else, yeah what else can i do&lt;br /&gt;i will be here til the end again, you know it&lt;br /&gt;what else, yeah what else can i do here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the liveliest thing that i've seen in days&lt;br /&gt;smoke dancing off of a burning cherry&lt;br /&gt;from the end of one of your clove cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;slowly dying in the ashtray without you&lt;br /&gt;i know it's you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1197806508045143890?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3480355162896603513</id><published>2008-02-06T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:23:13.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you mean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;she said 'you don't understand me,&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you ever have before&lt;br /&gt;i'm a princess without a castle&lt;br /&gt;i'm a heart without a soul&lt;br /&gt;i'm beautiful with no one to see'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said 'what the hell is that supposed to mean&lt;br /&gt;just tell me what you mean'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiled and whispered&lt;br /&gt;'i have always wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;all these words that i've said&lt;br /&gt;when you were not around to hear&lt;br /&gt;but honesty's addicted to never coming out&lt;br /&gt;at least i never cheated'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said 'what the hell is that supposed to mean&lt;br /&gt;just tell me what you mean&lt;br /&gt;you need prince and not a king&lt;br /&gt;words to every song you sing&lt;br /&gt;someone to hold you everytime you breathe&lt;br /&gt;or you just don't need me'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3480355162896603513?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3480355162896603513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3480355162896603513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3480355162896603513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i felt the great idea of pursuit and conquer&lt;br /&gt;thinning my blood by the spoon fulls&lt;br /&gt;each time your eyes caught mine again&lt;br /&gt;while my heart dies to eight beats a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god i'm unpredictable in this breeze of time&lt;br /&gt;where the next move could be my last&lt;br /&gt;a sea of envisioned reactions flood my eyes&lt;br /&gt;yet i never birth the opportunity to test one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i wanted to try, i wanted to try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-8386170687817996938?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/8386170687817996938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3617815330737392088</id><published>2008-01-31T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:03:32.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>am i still alive</title><content type='html'>when you try&lt;br /&gt;you always try to be so hard&lt;br /&gt;just to keep things easy on you now&lt;br /&gt;when you cry&lt;br /&gt;you always like to pull that card&lt;br /&gt;and it keeps things easy on you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm easy on you&lt;br /&gt;i'm easy on you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you move&lt;br /&gt;side to side yes now up to down&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to miss you again now&lt;br /&gt;then i prove&lt;br /&gt;i'm weaker if you're not around&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to miss you again now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i miss you again&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm missing you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are everything i wanted&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;was i anything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll always be that&lt;br /&gt;while i'll still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;br /&gt;am i still alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3617815330737392088?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3617815330737392088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2172623276445749511</id><published>2008-01-30T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:19:12.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>champion</title><content type='html'>i'm useless at drinking&lt;br /&gt;but a champion when sinking&lt;br /&gt;since i've been letting you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being so scared&lt;br /&gt;tight gripped and white haired&lt;br /&gt;when i touch the things you steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's alright to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember when you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;but i'm holding on to the direction you waved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fascination of nights&lt;br /&gt;dark corners and black lights&lt;br /&gt;since i've been letting you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me one more time&lt;br /&gt;from pictures that aren't mine&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still touch the things you steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being people you can't love&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's alright to tell you why&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember when you said good-bye&lt;br /&gt;but i'm holding on to the direction you waved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2172623276445749511?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2172623276445749511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2172623276445749511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2172623276445749511'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;glimmered glare screams&lt;br /&gt;the dust covered unlover i've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not a sound, you're not around&lt;br /&gt;feels like the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;all of my fears have followed me here&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm home to stay&lt;br /&gt;but this quiet insight is still too bright&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;can i be saved&lt;br /&gt;by the daylight coming&lt;br /&gt;cold sheet&lt;br /&gt;next to my thigh&lt;br /&gt;soft breaths used to breathe&lt;br /&gt;narrow dreams&lt;br /&gt;or a vision i still see&lt;br /&gt;am i asleep or can you see me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6243913503047303591?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1955884260174784742</id><published>2008-01-11T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:49:30.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one and eleven</title><content type='html'>all these crimes we commit against each other&lt;br /&gt;patience for patients and a little paid chance&lt;br /&gt;you keep throwing me back to the wolves&lt;br /&gt;yes, and i gladly step up for the tosses&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember the end anymore&lt;br /&gt;for the first time, and i hope not the last&lt;br /&gt;i can touch the memories with low moral fiber&lt;br /&gt;scenes that belong in PG-13 romantic comedies&lt;br /&gt;bartered feelings for stolen words&lt;br /&gt;and the girl always comes out on top for the critics&lt;br /&gt;yes, you were always on top&lt;br /&gt;slap me for saying it, i'll repeat it&lt;br /&gt;so you will follow around with another&lt;br /&gt;last night i was disgusted by you&lt;br /&gt;and i still had hardened feelings when we touched&lt;br /&gt;let's see how far i can run now&lt;br /&gt;because i know one day i'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;the horizon will be sky on land, a sunset&lt;br /&gt;and i'll remember it forever&lt;br /&gt;because it'll be the last time i wanted to see you coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1955884260174784742?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1955884260174784742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1955884260174784742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in love some how&lt;br /&gt;i want you to play them for me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now baby, if you'd just slow down a little&lt;br /&gt;i could look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you around this town for sometime now&lt;br /&gt;but i keep looking for those eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've backed up to this corner&lt;br /&gt;we've held out our hands&lt;br /&gt;i could scream i love you loud&lt;br /&gt;yes, i could play it for you now&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;some how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby, if you'd just slow down a while&lt;br /&gt;i could stare into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen you around now not this time, no&lt;br /&gt;but i just wanted to say good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how... if i could&lt;br /&gt;i would play it all for you now&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;some how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some how i just wanted you to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1858296435316969524?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1858296435316969524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1858296435316969524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1858296435316969524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1858296435316969524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-how.html' title='some how'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-299458556170273631</id><published>2007-12-11T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:44:28.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>a soft reflective glaze persists&lt;br /&gt;giving off a subtle more round figure&lt;br /&gt;i want to be secure in them&lt;br /&gt;no matter the direction they dictate&lt;br /&gt;stories revealed beyond them&lt;br /&gt;honesty destroyed to them&lt;br /&gt;love delivered through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soul is captured and defined&lt;br /&gt;behind the vision of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i can see you clearly in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a branded mood ring displayed&lt;br /&gt;home of the most articulate whispers&lt;br /&gt;i want to be trapped beside them&lt;br /&gt;frozen without the power of my silver tongue&lt;br /&gt;grey's contentment beyond them&lt;br /&gt;green's degredation to them&lt;br /&gt;blue's passion through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soul is captured and defined&lt;br /&gt;behind the vision of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you can see me clearly in them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-299458556170273631?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/299458556170273631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>firefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now let me lie by your side&lt;br /&gt;so i can be close to you&lt;br /&gt;on everything i have tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want a smell from you&lt;br /&gt;i could be a firefly&lt;br /&gt;you could be one too&lt;br /&gt;we could light up the sky&lt;br /&gt;from the jar i share with you&lt;br /&gt;where we spend our life&lt;br /&gt;and everything we do&lt;br /&gt;you've been here for years&lt;br /&gt;i could give you something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lie on your side&lt;br /&gt;so i can be honest with you&lt;br /&gt;look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;connecting us blue to blue&lt;br /&gt;i can't find a reason why&lt;br /&gt;it's something we shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;just look back at me&lt;br /&gt;if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;all the worlds i've conquered&lt;br /&gt;to get next to you&lt;br /&gt;i could hold up this world&lt;br /&gt;and be right on cue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me lie by your side&lt;br /&gt;and be there for you&lt;br /&gt;i could light up your sky&lt;br /&gt;you could light up too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-4757137273877534070?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/4757137273877534070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=4757137273877534070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/4757137273877534070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/4757137273877534070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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watching though honest intentions&lt;br /&gt;once white now stained of brewed tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phantom hopes of a future existence&lt;br /&gt;where i'm your hero&lt;br /&gt;you as you, just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revived from a battle ground of putative suitors&lt;br /&gt;standing alone without the guard of my shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm vulnerable now without you here&lt;br /&gt;the fight you carry&lt;br /&gt;you as you, only you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2375668508345211291?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2375668508345211291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2375668508345211291' title='0 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/&gt;your fingers slide down and back up&lt;br /&gt;you should know it by now&lt;br /&gt;a slow tune and i'm your cello&lt;br /&gt;soft words, your voice is so calm&lt;br /&gt;your lips on mine, we're breathing&lt;br /&gt;i'm close to you but we aren't here&lt;br /&gt;our world is somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;the snow is always beautiful&lt;br /&gt;but it's never cold&lt;br /&gt;every word means i love you&lt;br /&gt;but there are no sounds to be heard&lt;br /&gt;our eyes are always closed&lt;br /&gt;and we see everything&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly where you are&lt;br /&gt;i feel every part of you&lt;br /&gt;i'm inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;i am your pain, i am your love&lt;br /&gt;i am the weakness you are dreaming of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5584315869026581150?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2822590413855955416</id><published>2007-11-28T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:37:26.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda</title><content type='html'>a numbed hollow breeze that moans around me&lt;br /&gt;the land what I touched, longs to touch myself also&lt;br /&gt;the morning ocean scents are always fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;like dew to the dawn, it is never the same thing as in all the parts of the day&lt;br /&gt;the coldness of the wind closes my eyes and you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;my hair gives in to the touch, the passage of your fingers&lt;br /&gt;grazing my cheek, whispering deeply and i'm floating&lt;br /&gt;how much time has it been, i can see for miles around me&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the last day i saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;but i can still see them remembering me&lt;br /&gt;ainda and watching intently as i back away&lt;br /&gt;you are not forgotten, your voice echos inside me&lt;br /&gt;perfect reverb of each inflection you've made towards me&lt;br /&gt;the sun is rising, i'm focused on cat's-paws and subtle colors&lt;br /&gt;the songs of grey, blue and green sing to me - - your eyes are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i believe it's you looking back over me everyday, painfully watching&lt;br /&gt;guiding me to where you are, East - there my course has been set&lt;br /&gt;you are not forgotten, ainda inside my mind - covering my eyes&lt;br /&gt;this breeze that carries me to you is calm, warm, and of an affection&lt;br /&gt;and i'm floating still, this wind, this ocean, these smells&lt;br /&gt;i promise that I will not cling to anything until I cling to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2822590413855955416?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2822590413855955416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=2822590413855955416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2822590413855955416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/2822590413855955416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2007/11/ainda_28.html' title='ainda'/><author><name>poesie.noire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/Jimmy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-6196330529058111694</id><published>2007-11-14T09:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:25:00.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>barely moving</title><content type='html'>i watched you dancing, careless and free&lt;br /&gt;wind pushing the branches above the form you display&lt;br /&gt;your hair dances with the trees&lt;br /&gt;to a rhythm too mystic to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i'm trapped, a violent animal caged&lt;br /&gt;not able to be who i want&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of knowing i can't control this&lt;br /&gt;the point where it's made obvious&lt;br /&gt;when hope dies, replaced with fear and doubt&lt;br /&gt;like being dispossessed... i'm finally real again&lt;br /&gt;a weight is lifted and i want it back&lt;br /&gt;i can't move forward - there's only a different path&lt;br /&gt;when i enjoyed the view on this one for so long&lt;br /&gt;the memories already sculpted&lt;br /&gt;the daydreams already had&lt;br /&gt;the lives already changed&lt;br /&gt;and yes now i'm trapped, feral and savage&lt;br /&gt;i want to destroy this prison&lt;br /&gt;but i fear it's where i belong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm barely moving and my pulse races&lt;br /&gt;wishing you knew me the way i always thought i did&lt;br /&gt;knowing that you're preciously lost&lt;br /&gt;and your dress hugs you the way i want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6196330529058111694?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6196330529058111694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-3297254580991560786</id><published>2007-11-14T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:04:21.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts of the hopeless</title><content type='html'>on milwaukee and honor we stand&lt;br /&gt;rain falling and breaking&lt;br /&gt;at the tempo i feel my chest pound towards you&lt;br /&gt;spring showers are always so brilliant&lt;br /&gt;you're barely moving towards me but i feel you right here&lt;br /&gt;we were caressing wine an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;drops mosey around us while you wait to be my wine now&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing myself to the breeze and sunlight&lt;br /&gt;i notice you close your eyes and i wonder&lt;br /&gt;is this the right time to live free from life&lt;br /&gt;what day is this, sunday afternoon in a romance novel&lt;br /&gt;the hero gets the girl because he's what she wants&lt;br /&gt;do you know who i am in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;am i going to be this person tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;will you know yourself in a week&lt;br /&gt;your eyes haven't even closed yet and i'm moving closer&lt;br /&gt;a cliche romantic scene from the hearts of the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;cars pass, people watch, children giggle&lt;br /&gt;before i kiss you i whisper as i'm still moving through your aura&lt;br /&gt;"brace yourself" mumbles from under my breath&lt;br /&gt;and your mouth presses against the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;mine against a smile, and now i'm falling&lt;br /&gt;with the rain, with my pulse, with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-3297254580991560786?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/3297254580991560786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=3297254580991560786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3297254580991560786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/3297254580991560786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2007/11/hearts-of-hopeless.html' title='hearts of the hopeless'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5641339245461351848</id><published>2007-11-11T19:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:32:34.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an immortal night</title><content type='html'>i tried to whisper these things, "can you take this off"&lt;br /&gt;i'm not asking you to disrobe, just let me inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;these aren't the first things that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;you aren't privileged to that wit now, but it couldn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the right words to deepen this night&lt;br /&gt;dusk hasn't started kissing the morning yet&lt;br /&gt;just let this go on for a while, we'll have our trophy weekend&lt;br /&gt;two days set what we will base the future on, and we will&lt;br /&gt;standing on that boat the wind caught me perfectly&lt;br /&gt;i begin to think i belong to this world, it has me&lt;br /&gt;a glass of port, a toast off the same and i was so clever&lt;br /&gt;i can't say enough each time i breathe&lt;br /&gt;will i be dismissed at the end of this adventure&lt;br /&gt;or will you give improvisation a chance&lt;br /&gt;some of us are better on our feet anyway&lt;br /&gt;"may i have this dance," more whispers&lt;br /&gt;i'm not asking for your hand and closeness&lt;br /&gt;just the chance, there's that word again,&lt;br /&gt;that opportunity to whisper these things in real time&lt;br /&gt;to take my turn and run with it like i've always been able to do&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the right words still, but the night is young&lt;br /&gt;how young does it look to you, i could make it immortal&lt;br /&gt;all these mortal seconds trapped inside one immortal night&lt;br /&gt;if you wanted it to be, immortal it could be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2293790511764020135</id><published>2007-11-09T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:16:04.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we are truth</title><content type='html'>these childish crimes, your lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;we pack such a strong serial scheme of make believers&lt;br /&gt;do the cries from this spectre ignite power or fear&lt;br /&gt;you know what you are doing when you throw me those hips&lt;br /&gt;quiet secrets spilled coyly from from the edge of your lips&lt;br /&gt;and i know what you are saying&lt;br /&gt;inside this darkness... behind the rumors of my mind&lt;br /&gt;the truth is a yellow balloon floating in a white room&lt;br /&gt;deceitfully small, awkwardly alone, ambiguously loud&lt;br /&gt;this world had so much to live for before i loved you&lt;br /&gt;and honesty will smother the life breathing through us all&lt;br /&gt;pounds of fog escaping our mouths&lt;br /&gt;it's cold and wet outside but tonight i can only feel you&lt;br /&gt;stabbing me back into my lifeless soul, my cavern&lt;br /&gt;asking me to be stronger this time, baby kiss me now&lt;br /&gt;and i just want everyone to see me hung for my misfortunes&lt;br /&gt;it's time i pay the price for my sins, i'll leave myself in love here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-2293790511764020135?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/2293790511764020135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-498128032178081709</id><published>2007-11-07T11:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:01:18.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bavarois</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my love is kind of easy, the lines are defined dark and clear&lt;br /&gt;there's the fresh smell of the sea beneath the dock we've conquered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're holding on to this view you've wandered so quietly into&lt;br /&gt;a silouette of love and passion that isn't far from your anxious reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing how long it could take to make everything feel perfect&lt;br /&gt;we're waiting above the shallow water to see if the sun still sets tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing the movement of elements below, or is that inside our hearts&lt;br /&gt;which ever we've found a way to solidify honesty in this tower of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a little contact, let me feel your answers when you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where to look, my heart is stretching to feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've saved me from such darkness, you've calmed an ocean inside&lt;br /&gt;they'll name comets after us and the intersection where we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cross-streets where lovers will go to spark romance and dreams&lt;br /&gt;they'll play our songs on that corner forever, long after that deli's closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun has just kissed the surface of the sea, and i your hand&lt;br /&gt;an explosive picture we've painted, perfect lovers waiting out the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old wooden dock, the silent sea, purple and orange clouds&lt;br /&gt;warmth, comfort, passion, love, hope, beauty, perfection... us&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1120417945927414537</id><published>2007-11-06T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:24:34.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>limits</title><content type='html'>let's play this game&lt;br /&gt;i can swoon you for days and you can't help but trip&lt;br /&gt;an hour of excitement and hour anxiety&lt;br /&gt;looped and repeated in a perfect order&lt;br /&gt;a track listing to engage curiosity for my origin&lt;br /&gt;i can be wonderful forever&lt;br /&gt;i am amazing and you'll always be worried for that to end&lt;br /&gt;so far to go and you don't know why i've been able to be this open&lt;br /&gt;trust me, as much as you think you've touched there's more&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it's like to hear someone say that you didn't make the cut&lt;br /&gt;no one is above me, you are the one who is getting left behind&lt;br /&gt;you crossed the wrong finish line&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason no one has ever crossed this one&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that competitive but fuck if i'm not the best&lt;br /&gt;why bring it up... you'll never know anyway&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should be fake, maybe i should play everyone else’s game&lt;br /&gt;to stand on the side an witness everyone glare with horror&lt;br /&gt;knowing they don't understand where i come from&lt;br /&gt;or what i could offer next&lt;br /&gt;and always be too afraid to test the limits of anticipation&lt;br /&gt;to bewilder expectations with a psychotic intensity and repetition&lt;br /&gt;it's almost worth it, the belief that it's still there waiting&lt;br /&gt;but is it - this savage emptiness, this carnage, this unknown aura&lt;br /&gt;where does it start to love me back&lt;br /&gt;when does the attention it's been given reciprocate&lt;br /&gt;who am i allowed to be today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1120417945927414537?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1120417945927414537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1120417945927414537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1120417945927414537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1120417945927414537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2007/11/limits.html' title='limits'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-649700938757521703</id><published>2007-11-01T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:21:18.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>with words</title><content type='html'>to the left i placed my heart&lt;br /&gt;top drawer beside your locket&lt;br /&gt;crawled up so i could watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could undress you with words&lt;br /&gt;here's to what i will not say&lt;br /&gt;to the games we still won't play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as slow as you can pull&lt;br /&gt;just one strap off your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;i laugh, you pushed me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're lips press against my chest&lt;br /&gt;i love when you take a breath&lt;br /&gt;above my pending idle death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room is vivid and loud&lt;br /&gt;hands lost in gentle places&lt;br /&gt;the way you move, your faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched you touch, kiss, smile&lt;br /&gt;beneath my love in my bed&lt;br /&gt;from up above, fears i shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your holding on to this light&lt;br /&gt;the fire that causes the night&lt;br /&gt;and it's only in your head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-649700938757521703?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/649700938757521703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=649700938757521703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;pink and twilled to dangle upon entering but you didn't garnish a sound&lt;br /&gt;ironcially i saw your future before you walked through&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't pay anyway, you just found the doorway and smiled at the view&lt;br /&gt;you didn't break this so don't lose sleep, you just found a way to peel away at it&lt;br /&gt;strips of tissue available to anyone because i won't close up&lt;br /&gt;i could number them and hand out slips before hand&lt;br /&gt;stand in line and wait for your number, please pull here!&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame you for your choices&lt;br /&gt;i pity the sacrafical lamb that takes the hit&lt;br /&gt;we please the gods and then a tasty meal afterwards&lt;br /&gt;we aren't the ones gutted and left to bleed out&lt;br /&gt;spritially and physically satisfied, we are content with the loss&lt;br /&gt;i can't bring myself to say you and me... i the lamb and meal&lt;br /&gt;are you satisfied? don't be, i haven't finished bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;please pull again i don't think i got the picture...&lt;br /&gt;i don't think the gods have accepted the sacrifice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6205174934551349479?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6205174934551349479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=6205174934551349479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6205174934551349479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/6205174934551349479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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closed and you reached for my hand&lt;br /&gt;i can see my hand in yours, is that what you see&lt;br /&gt;do you know it's me, am i making you sigh tonight&lt;br /&gt;i could reach your neck with my mouth&lt;br /&gt;i could whisper to your skin, take you in&lt;br /&gt;would that be alright with you, would know it's me&lt;br /&gt;i can't keep my eyes open and you're still all i see&lt;br /&gt;i feel you squeeze me while you dream&lt;br /&gt;can i squeeze back, do you want it to be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-425716963913788318?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/425716963913788318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1985088764749050915</id><published>2007-10-26T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:44:05.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>almost three a.m.</title><content type='html'>almost three am, i can't take my eyes off the road&lt;br /&gt;my breath still flows in front of me&lt;br /&gt;you're painted in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;the way you traced my hand with your thumb&lt;br /&gt;i watched every inch of movement&lt;br /&gt;your eyes were closed and i couldn't help but wonder&lt;br /&gt;do you know it's me you're touching&lt;br /&gt;afraid to move i can't sense the right place for my hands&lt;br /&gt;curled up sleeping, you pull me closer&lt;br /&gt;do you know that i'm there&lt;br /&gt;the battle for this position, to be next to you at daybreak&lt;br /&gt;cold and hoping for your warmth&lt;br /&gt;expecting to be the one you've stolen sheets from&lt;br /&gt;this battle has me scared&lt;br /&gt;how deep can i go without expecting pain, this will hurt&lt;br /&gt;tonight you brushed my leg, my arm, my hands&lt;br /&gt;ran your fingers through my hair, kissed my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;you held my hand... your eyes were open&lt;br /&gt;what happens when mine are closed&lt;br /&gt;what do i not know&lt;br /&gt;almost three am and i'm more awake than i should be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1985088764749050915?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1985088764749050915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=1985088764749050915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1985088764749050915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/1985088764749050915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2007/10/almost-three-am.html' title='almost three a.m.'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-1554763353846992515</id><published>2007-10-26T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:48:34.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nuzzle in</title><content type='html'>nuzzle in, i need you closer cause it just feels right&lt;br /&gt;hold me, then hold my hand, and hold me again&lt;br /&gt;i adore the way you breathe in while you're asleep&lt;br /&gt;i could stand here shivering in the cold for hours&lt;br /&gt;just kiss me again, kiss my neck, nuzzle in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuzzle in, i'll miss this smell, this warmth, pull me in&lt;br /&gt;kiss my shoulder, kiss my cheek, kiss me good night&lt;br /&gt;reach for my hand, reach for my comfort, reach for me&lt;br /&gt;touch my head, touch my hand, touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;kiss me again, kiss my neck, nuzzle in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-1554763353846992515?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/1554763353846992515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-4411938186762201629</id><published>2007-10-22T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:12:15.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the choler of our last pieces of hope</title><content type='html'>i'm set upon this crescent soul to wax and wane at your touch,&lt;br /&gt;tired and filthy, i brush against my severed thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;to be alone with you at last, comforted quietly warm and whist,&lt;br /&gt;covered in echoes of the past now muted by the silence we fill,&lt;br /&gt;searching for forgiveness from the choler of our last pieces of hope&lt;br /&gt;woven back with chaotic grace to ruin-like sanctums of who we were,&lt;br /&gt;we'll just be here, scattered together in the mist of future hope and anguish,&lt;br /&gt;floating, falling, failing and flawless - we'll find ourselves together,&lt;br /&gt;we'll find what we've lost in neighborhoods we're reluctant to see again,&lt;br /&gt;exploring the wine chasing rumination that spawned our vichyssoise of honesty,&lt;br /&gt;we'll remember that delicacy forever, empowering it with pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll find ourselves wanting to find ourselves together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-4411938186762201629?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/4411938186762201629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=4411938186762201629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;now only the way i remember it&lt;br /&gt;your face lingers in my love&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget to give you your space&lt;br /&gt;in my heart and in my soul&lt;br /&gt;just be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;be the first thing i think of&lt;br /&gt;when someone asks me about love&lt;br /&gt;be the second name to appear&lt;br /&gt;when i think of fear&lt;br /&gt;the only person i'm afraid to see more&lt;br /&gt;death, but he won't kiss me good bye&lt;br /&gt;untie this knot that's keeping us together&lt;br /&gt;breakout and see past the light&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, you'll see i'm not what you thought&lt;br /&gt;i'm not made of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;but i always brightened your day&lt;br /&gt;i could see you growing towards me&lt;br /&gt;i can see how you felt you needed it&lt;br /&gt;but that's not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-8324061067196931022</id><published>2007-10-04T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:10:17.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>talk slower</title><content type='html'>i only wanted to be slightly beauish&lt;br /&gt;stand closer, smile softer, talk slower&lt;br /&gt;let's not allow ghosts to thrive between us&lt;br /&gt;let me open these doors for you&lt;br /&gt;i can find a way to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;a haunting lesson of cavalierism&lt;br /&gt;it back fires even in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;but at least i've tried, at least i wanted it&lt;br /&gt;this is all about what we know we want&lt;br /&gt;what we know is there, what we know we feel&lt;br /&gt;and what we are too afraid to face&lt;br /&gt;a weekend of pseudo-paramours&lt;br /&gt;as real as the dreams we wake from&lt;br /&gt;everything is there and we know it&lt;br /&gt;and just as easily left behind us&lt;br /&gt;when we decide to open our eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-8324061067196931022?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/8324061067196931022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=8324061067196931022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/8324061067196931022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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all i'd see&lt;br /&gt;it floated in around me&lt;br /&gt;i watched it try to drown me&lt;br /&gt;like the things you've done despite of him&lt;br /&gt;the man you loved and washed in sin&lt;br /&gt;look at what your love's done&lt;br /&gt;my strength, my love, my life - gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place is just not the same&lt;br /&gt;outlines from all the picture frames&lt;br /&gt;you missed the look i gave you&lt;br /&gt;the emptiness will shake you&lt;br /&gt;standing at the door i'd leave&lt;br /&gt;taking in all these scents i grieve&lt;br /&gt;its pressing in around me&lt;br /&gt;the future's here to ground me&lt;br /&gt;now my chest just swells with all my love&lt;br /&gt;to release the wounds i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;look at what your love's done&lt;br /&gt;my strength, my love, my life - lost forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-5650935666379432937</id><published>2007-09-19T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:32:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe...</title><content type='html'>i just want to feel you tremble beside me after only a few words,&lt;br /&gt;and with only a few more i hope something can start to move you,&lt;br /&gt;as long as you stay close to me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's me that moves you,&lt;br /&gt;do you want to dance with me a few more times,&lt;br /&gt;close enough to ask you where you came from,&lt;br /&gt;maybe close enough to move you, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first time i really saw you, there's still so much time,&lt;br /&gt;dance with me and we'll get lost slowly, slow enough to move you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember where your hands are placed,&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know it moves me,&lt;br /&gt;my mouth close to your ear so you can hear me smile,&lt;br /&gt;close enough to ask you how you spell your name,&lt;br /&gt;maybe close enough to move you, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should apologize for dancing poorly, but the music is so far away,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't notice it since so many other things can move you now,&lt;br /&gt;you're breathing so beautifully in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;now silence perfectly moves us,&lt;br /&gt;what could be better than dancing with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;close enough to ask you to tell me who you are,&lt;br /&gt;maybe close enough to move you, maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5650935666379432937?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/5650935666379432937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=5650935666379432937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5650935666379432937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/5650935666379432937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe.html' title='maybe...'/><author><name>i was everyone i wanted to be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-7835964687823945982</id><published>2007-09-08T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T19:42:04.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whispered morning</title><content type='html'>a soft exhale, my lips rest on the back of your neck&lt;br /&gt;i ease out of sleep and neither of us have moved&lt;br /&gt;still breathing deeply our bodies filling and sinking together&lt;br /&gt;such great heights behind us and the rest of the day ahead&lt;br /&gt;i brush my face through your hair and take you in&lt;br /&gt;you pull me closer with our fingers still entwined&lt;br /&gt;whispers of good morning when i kiss your neck&lt;br /&gt;you give me more skin when you feel the hair around my mouth&lt;br /&gt;and i kiss you again, everything looks perfect from here&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder turns and your hips face mine&lt;br /&gt;eyes still closed, a leg and arm move across me&lt;br /&gt;slowly i'm a part of you and pulled close again&lt;br /&gt;my cheek in your hair, yours to my chest&lt;br /&gt;the sweet smell pushes me back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;your lips press my neck quietly, a soft exhale&lt;br /&gt;a whispered reply, warm breath caresses good morning back&lt;br /&gt;and what a good morning it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-7835964687823945982?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/7835964687823945982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=7835964687823945982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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float down&lt;br /&gt;i know, it can feel like we've planned&lt;br /&gt;and just like we've&lt;br /&gt;always thought&lt;br /&gt;can we, face that we are afraid&lt;br /&gt;of the choices&lt;br /&gt;that we will make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that neither of us are willing to take home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope, that both these hands stay warm&lt;br /&gt;so when we touch&lt;br /&gt;you'll want me there&lt;br /&gt;i could, just give you everything&lt;br /&gt;that i don't give&lt;br /&gt;to anyone&lt;br /&gt;i want it to be, like we planned&lt;br /&gt;so lets float down&lt;br /&gt;'til we've landed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to take any of this night home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-5155595401734385262?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-2801502843340071777</id><published>2007-08-28T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:05:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>if i promise</title><content type='html'>she doesn't know how to say it clearly&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind silence instead&lt;br /&gt;i hope to see you again soon&lt;br /&gt;if i promise to fall in love tonight will you?&lt;br /&gt;could we dance slowly after the night is over&lt;br /&gt;i think it'll be alright before too long&lt;br /&gt;would you feel safe inside of all of this&lt;br /&gt;if i promise to see you off with a goodnight kiss&lt;br /&gt;the early morning light is surprising&lt;br /&gt;i didn't think we'd spend this much time alone&lt;br /&gt;will you dream about me when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;if i promise to return and fill your heart&lt;div 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be</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/Caly2020/n16701223_32383817_4918.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299544818209650116.post-7839557935920117962</id><published>2007-08-27T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:46:00.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>i don't mind getting lost inside&lt;br /&gt;you keep me looking for so much more&lt;br /&gt;sunday morning is warmer than expected&lt;br /&gt;i could disappear in here forever&lt;br /&gt;and wake up everyday in this beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps me begging for more&lt;br /&gt;rainy days that won't keep me dry&lt;br /&gt;a sacred kiss and whispers that you don't hide&lt;br /&gt;you keep me looking for more&lt;br /&gt;sunday mornings in this orchard&lt;br /&gt;bedsheets for company and a day to waste&lt;br /&gt;the smell of your skin the delicate taste&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered the way it came&lt;br /&gt;just me carrying something softly&lt;br /&gt;your grip on my soul, just don't let go&lt;br /&gt;sunday mornings can last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-7839557935920117962?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/7839557935920117962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8299544818209650116&amp;postID=7839557935920117962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8299544818209650116/posts/default/7839557935920117962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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never seen a rose grow and die so quickly&lt;br /&gt;but by any other name...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to touch that again&lt;br /&gt;you know where it was going when it began&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't looking for you in here&lt;br /&gt;this could be all my fault, but it'd be hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;please let me sit here tonight and breathe&lt;br /&gt;you weren't hidden in my boxes but underneath&lt;br /&gt;bent and frail they seem iconic&lt;br /&gt;i remember you walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;warn, discoloured, damaged and true&lt;br /&gt;representations of plastic that was you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8299544818209650116-6169217955304827381?l=makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeahalowithyourhands.blogspot.com/feeds/6169217955304827381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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