raining-pandas

When will I see you again? You said you'd never forget me so why don't I believe you? You have such a fickle heart and I have such an uneasy mind. Though you try to reassure me and I try to believe the sound of your beating heart it's no wonder we always end up here. Was I so mistrusting before I met you? Still, I could never trade you for the world. Though you sat me down and warned me it would never work you will always be in the crust of my bones; you left  your footprint too far from the shore. Of all the things I never told you the biggest one was that I never smiled wider than the day you wrote your name in the snow in my

You left me so speechless I couldn't even write this stupid poem.

"Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical. Touches stricken, cold and clinical. What a transformation to behold, but I don't like this new, I want the old. It's the words that make it final, you've said such things before to rival them, but it's how you say 'em now that's changed. Cold but sympathetic all the same. You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off. So you go on and I'll be happier...Shoot me with your rubber bullets. Your finger's on the trigger: pull it. I know you want this suffering to end, and so it is forgivable, my friend. It's all to convince me that I'll be better off. So you go on and I'll be happier...Say what you mean

I woke up too early this morning 'cause I was thinking of you. I can't sit still when I know you're so close by. Have you changed, my darling? When you told me it was okay to hold you I believed you. Have you changed, changed your mind? It makes me uneasy, my stomach hasn't settled down since I got up. When will I see you? 1 hour? 3 hours? A month? My clothes feel like somebody's overused rags. I just can't get down my breakfast. And how about you, my dear? Why, you haven't even opened your eyes...

"I don't wanna be the one to say goodbye, but I will, I will, I will. I don't want to sit on the pavement while you fly, but I will, I will, oh yes I will. Maybe in the future you're gonna come back, you're gonna come back around...The only way to really know is to really let it go...I don't want to be the first to let it go, but I know, I know, I know if you have the last hands I want to hold then I know that I've got to let them go." Ingrid Michaelson - Maybe "Where do we go from here? How do we carry on? I can't get beyond the questions. Clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed; it cuts me with every could-have-been. Pain

Sometimes I wonder what this town will feel like once you've gone, with your little suitcase all packed. Oh, you'll get your coffee from some place else and you'll have to do your laundry at a laundromat. And every night when you lie down to sleep I'll be here, wondering if you're missing me. Maybe I won't be able to close my eyes and maybe I'll forget where the kitchen is. Maybe I'll never eat anything again, maybe I'll rearrange my room (but it still won't help). Maybe I won't be able to sit still at all, because you feel like home to me. 'Cause when I have you in my arms it feels like no other place on Earth. And when you sp