“You will love, you will be loved.
You will grow up, and do so much.
You will be strong, you will be sung.
By all the mermaids. Silver mermaids…”
Was I wrong? Should I have run?
I wanted all, I wanted young
And portrait faces…I was taken.
Did I love? I didn’t care.
Did I grow up? Well, unaware.
And was I strong? And was I sung?
How do I haunt Trafalgar fog
And find I want so much, still want…
i don’t mind washing dishes as long as i can listen to duncan.
10 thoughts on “sad stephen”
pretty sure I called him first, but its just a thought. and just for Jacqui — “there were mermaids, weren’t there?”
pretty sure seeing a post from you is one of the most exciting moments of my day. if only you knew how much i LONG for what’s going on at home.
i just watched a movie on a tv that was sitting on the back of a pickup truck while sitting on a blanket underneath the stars with a bunch of people i really really really like.
but it’s just not the same as washing the dishes at your house with you.
know what i mean?
i shall try to post more for you, lore dear.
yeah, i am almost the same way but i kind of can listen to anything, well inless i don’t like it or it’s slow: )
yeah, i am the fast person around here i guess.
of course, dearest. you would be most welcome.(but seeing as we’re both terrible skaters, maybe we should just stick with the boat to europe plan.)
thank you. i had an awesome time at basic. i wish i had gotten to know your sister and brother in law but i like vaguely know what they look like so i didn’t.