Appear OfflineIt’s easy to miss you in the 21st centurywith a little green dot next to your namewith a myriad of ways to grasp across the distancebut my phone has brokenyour internet’s terribleand facebook chat never worksso I’m left to miss you by candlelightwatching a lonely seadebating a letterwondering how anyone ever copedbefore skype.
LullabyHush, my baby,Be still, don't cry.Lay with meA little while.Close your eyes,Slow your breath.Hear your heartInside your chest?Your heart is strong,It guides you well.Be sure to listenTo what it tells.I hear him now,Outside the room.It won't be long,He'll find us soon.Now close your eyes,Slow your breath,And rest your headUpon my chest.
Broken piecesI was born broken.Two weeks premature and no larger than your hand.I had barely learnt my mother’s heartbeatBefore I was thrown into a world of lights and machines and medicine.My family’s presence was too far away to register.I felt very alone....I wore my past on my skin.They said that scars were for fighters,But that wasn’t true.I was just a survivor,Who never asked to be saved....I am what my past has made me,But I am also a person of my own.I was born with pieces missing or broken,But though the strength and kindness of others…I think those pieces can be repaired.And maybe, just maybe…I can be whole.
blameyou ran overwhat remainedof my heart,smeared redon the gravel pathas you headed homein my car.
Beatles Help Movie Quotes[Ringo's hand is trapped in the sandwich dispenser]Ringo: Hey someone's got hold of me finger!John: Are you trying to attract attention again?John: Stop dragging things down to your own level, it's immature son.Ringo: I thought, Well I... thought she was a sandwich, 'til she went spare on me handJohn: [to Ringo whose arm is stuck inside a mail box] What are you doing?Ringo: Posting a letter.George: [referring to Ringo's finger] Hey, there might be some insurance.John: I wouldn't think of such a thing![whispering]John: Find out, eh?George: [realizing the curling stone is actually a bomb] Hey, it's a thingy! A fiendish thingy![Paul tracking foot prints]Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue.John: Does he? What's he say?Paul: Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.George: Don't encourage him. You've got the part Paul!John: Dare we ask how you know?Ringo: How?Paul: How! I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of