Sanctuary: the leftover girl

Saturday, July 15, 2006

the leftover girl

i don't know where you hide your keys
under the mat perhaps? or in that small pot you like to say is growing a plant
of some sort
it's dead dear, throw it away.
i don't want my hands to get dirty for your sake.

i'm sitting outside your door and i have called a million times,
i promise not to scream when you pick up.
my battery has run out and i cannot dream with love songs
nothing is genuine that way.

sometimes i cry when i'm angry because it's safe
than to say things to hurt you or to hurt myself
in the
end
when i think i have something left.

remember one thing love, the leftover girl isn't worth a thing
so stop trying,
stop writing.

there is no need to find meaning
i see you're getting tired, so don't ask me, or ask yourself - just breathe and pray for miracles with me

we can count stars and pretend we are great,
and in this small balcony where we stand and look down upon the city of wandering souls,
we can hold each others hand and smile to have found each other.
we are leftovers from the past,
perhaps the leftover girl can be worth something, now?

natasha took a picture at 7:45 PM | walking around in circles (3)

3 Comments:

you're no leftover girl. you're my main course.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

man we should start a compilation of dreadful pickup lines.

but on a more serious note, this post is the shit.

By mahnoor, 7/17/2006 4:59 AM

array ye tou barra *deep* post hai=)

By Zh., 7/17/2006 10:56 AM

mano: i'm all yours, dessert too :P. yes please lets complie this book and make money off it, even if we are to be sued by people.

zh~*: i just love the way your nick is :). deep hai man, because mind deeply insane and confused hai. goli maaro mujhay, please.

By Natasha, 7/18/2006 8:25 AM

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Saturday, July 15, 2006

the leftover girl

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