bad friend

sam cooke - bring it on home to me (cover)

something to ease your mind

           cul se sacs, and community parks
they fill the air. the smell of freshly cut grass on a summers day, the feeling of the humidity in the air, the way your feet ache at the end of the day. the taste of the water, the taste of the popsicles on the lawn, the smell of the barbecue, the smell of the chlorine of the pool, the smell of it all. the yelling with joy in the air, the splashing of the water, the excitement in their eyes. the lack of stress on shoulders, the lack of responsibilities. 

           I’m forever here, in child-like wonder, reliving all these memories. for as long as I can.

for those who lost it when i could have kept you calm

in dark and or storms

i just wanted to know

i don't know where to fit in

10.06.xx
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shigami

Love

if i had the words to say the things on my mind i'd probably be somewhere next to you again.

so, fire at will

some words <3 
sorry if its cheesy 
what can I say, I like cheese 

the velvet shapes across this wall 
they help me calm down 
because when you’re not here 
I can blink, and they’re around 
I’m been in a bind 
for the last few years 
but I’m less stressed, when you whisper in my ear 
“I’m yours” 

have a hard feeling things these days 
but just know, that I love you in every single way 
even if I can’t express it, all these holes in my shirt
i will always let you know all the love that you deserve 
my love. 

these bitter limes, and sweet citrus fruits 
they line the bowls atop 
and we run into the sunset 
never thinking to stop 
our feet ache, and hearts our full 
and we’re most likely lost 
but there’s still some signal to our phones 
so we have a lovely walk 
with each other. 

for the past six years, I’ve watched from afar 
not in a weird way, but that’s just the place we are 
you’re over there, I’m here 
oh how it hurts to be apart 
but, one day I’ll get over to you 
and this love can really start to 
thrive. 
I’ll tell you til I die 
i love you phoebe. 

i love your hair, your eyes, your nose and your smile. 
i feel all the love, and cherish it, despite the miles between us 
oh what I wouldn’t give to touch. 
your skin. 
and every single callus 
and every single curve 
and hear all the words 
that ive never heard 
but you’d whisper them to me
between kiss and touch 
but my poor hearing wouldn’t make out much 
but it’d be fine 
cause you’d just say all of it again. 

you’re mine, and I’m yours 
and I’ll never get over that 
because I don’t know if you know how I truly feel 
never once have I been here 
and I’m glad now it’s with you 
because I want to see forever 
and I know you do too. 
and I wanna see it with you. 

there’s a horizon out there 
and I wanna reach out and grab it 
I wanna hold you til sundown 
and learn every habit 
and see every little thing you do 
and every little thing I do too 
and see just how much we coalesce 
i love you my dear 
and I wish I could be there 
and I’ll smash that sentence to the ground 
cause with my terrible singing 
and my okay guitar 
just know I’ll always be around 
in this compressed sound 
in this compressed sound. 
in this compressed sound. 

there’s so many clouds out in the sky 
and every single one makes me think of you
and everytime i think of you I smile and laugh a little 
cause if you asked a few years ago I’d say I’d die alone 
and I was so afraid of that 
but now I know that won’t be true 
cause now I have you 
and you have me 
and the future is soemthing that I’m excited to see. 
I’m scared and I’m anxious 
and I’ll slip up once or twice 
but, with you I wanna live life. 
with you. 
i wanna live life.

in this compressed sound

Over the hill and over the dale,
  And over the bourn to Dawlish--
Where gingerbread wives have a scanty sale
  And gingerbread nuts are smallish.

Rantipole Betty she ran down a hill
  And kicked up her petticoats fairly;
Says I I'll be Jack if you will be Gill--
  So she sat on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
  Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
  She lay on the grass debonairly.

Here's somebody here and here's somebody there!
  Says I hold your tongue you young Gipsy;
So she held her tongue and lay plump and fair
  And dead as a Venus tipsy.

O who wouldn't hie to Dawlish fair,
  O who wouldn't stop in a Meadow,
O who would not rumple the daisies there
  And make the wild fern for a bed do!

John Keats

Dawlish Fair

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xoxo

i just wanted to know

freya langley