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Everything

Member since 2004 · Posted 2 Apr 2005 · 4 comments

You are my tourniquet. You are my infirmity. You make my imaginary thoughts go wild. You are everything I want. You make the bad things around me vanish. You make my gray skies turn lightblue. You make my pain into joy. You are everything I want.

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[4] thepinkbunnyofdoom 2-Apr-05/11:07 PM Reply

You are boring me. V1L2 do you really mean to say, You are my weakness? I know I'm one to talk about cliches, but come one. Here is a rewrite just to give you Ideas.

You're my tourniquet
You're my medication
You make my head spin merry go round dizzy
You're everything I want

You make my devils turn to dust
You make the sky above sing a happy tune
You make this cage into a castle
You are everything I want

The trick to not boring someone to tears is keeping them interested in what you are saying. -4-

<3 Jason

[n/a] zodiac › thepinkbunnyofdoom 3-Apr-05/4:07 AM Reply

Still boring.

[4] thepinkbunnyofdoom › zodiac 3-Apr-05/11:01 AM Reply

What'd you expect? Me to turn shit into gold? My name isn't Midas.

<3 Jason

[3] nypoet22 › thepinkbunnyofdoom 9-Sep-06/1:40 PM Reply

maybe it should be.