The Evolution of I

{ for awhile anyway }

Am still here.

{ oh my oh why }

not every girl is a dainty miss.

{ i hope that someone gets my }

{ be my saviour, and i'll be your downfall }

{ here i saw, something i couldn't overlook }

{ We Do Our Thing }

The scent of smoke in my hair.
Hurting feet.
Empty wallet.
Dry throat.
Leftover make-up.

The ever-so-slight reminder of first term. How carefree, sociable, and blissfully available I was back then.

Nothing like a good night out to throw your woes out the window.

For awhile anyway.

( a l y a a ) @ Sunday, May 13, 2007 / 3:04 am /

{ searching the world }

Could I Push Rewind?
May Baby
Spell
Lockdown
April Baby
Memories Fading
Bite the dust
Only A Girl
Moving further from you
Wish

{ can't sing but i've got soul }

{ sleeping to dream about you }

{ credit }

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the quest for love was all that you and i held dear.