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Why weren't you there?

   How will you ever know what I am feeling if you can't open your mind?  It is impossible to understand what I am trying to say if you can't put your pride aside and listen.  Being stubborn and pig-headed only makes matters worse.  Do a little research and try to figure out what it's like to be me; what it's like to have my illness.  Or maybe you'll just lie to me and convince me that this sickness is only in my imagination.  Well, in my opinion, all of this will make sense once I get better.  I understand your sickness all too well.  I've done all the math and I know what's wrong with you.  And I stupidly tried to heal you or at least numb your pain.  That was so stupid of me.  You can't heal a person who doesn't want to get better.  Can't you return the favor?  Why won't you even attempt to understand and get inside my mind to know how I'm feeling?  Love is supposed to involve mending each other when we are broken but all you have done is shatter me more and more every single day.

Oh, Fiona...

Love ridden I've looked at you

With the focus I gave to my birthday candles

I've wished in the lidded blue flames

Under your brow

And baby I wished for you

Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed

And I want to crawl in with you

But I cry instead

I want you warm body

But it will only make colder when it's over

So I can't tonight, baby

No, not "baby" anymore

If I need you I'll just call your simple name

Only kisses on the cheek from now on

And in a little while,

We'll only have to wave

My hand won't hold you down anymore

The path is clear to follow through

I stood too long in the way of the door

And now I'm giving up on you

E-mail

click the blah's to send me some crap


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"Alright I confess: I plan to comandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga; rade, pillage, plunder, and otherwise, pilfer my weasley, black guts out." - Capt. Jack Sparrow

 



"I believe that in music, there is no right and wrong. Only true and false." - Fiona Apple