Can't. is a swear word.

You'll heal when you're cut

and I'll help you rise

but I can't stop the knife

so I can't stop the tears

I can't save you from death

so don't let me see you

with dew's death kiss

I can't stop the knife

so I can't stop the tears

please don't do this

you're cutting my heart, in two

metaphorical reality

I like to write in graphite pencil

I like to drive on fresh asphalt

It's like the pen would have to scratch the page

before the rubber meets the road, and my heart hits the bottom

lostyear

hold on to the we way started

how it all should have gone

somewhere love was disregarded

and it all came undone

nothing's a breeze

we suffer

we bleed

for two hearts to beat as one

we learn as we go

at least now we know

something we get has begun

surprise province.

I thought I was in Ontario.

and then I found out I was in Quebec.

and that was rather exciting.

yes, rather.

for some reason, that just excites me.

also, it makes me partially invincible.

hmm, shall I try flying?

bonjour!

rock

sometimes I read things that make me laugh, because they're so loaded with secondary meanings it's like two languages in the same words.

sometimes I like it, because they are talking to me. without calling my name.

rock.

what's new?

how ever terrible it sounds, it was simply easier to let somebody else tell you.

when you hurt, my heart aches for you. I would do anything to try and fix that.

even when you fight me, I fight for you.

smiles

there's something about seeing a smile on the face of the person you love,

and know that you were the person who made them smile,

and that same expression, of completely euphoric love, is mirrored on your face,

even just in photographs, that tell the stories of the past.

memories, frozen, smiles, so genuine they never become dull,

captured smiles that reach all the way to their eyes, and back to their lips.