If a teen girl protagonist of a movie is clumsy, that means the writers didn't know how to write funny female characters.

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If a teen girl protagonist of a movie is clumsy, that means the writers didn't know how to write funny female characters.

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Claire De Lune (end of January)
I'm usually at a loss of words Especially when it comes to you Sometimes I listen to classical music They always got it right Like Debussy's Claire De Lune is you on a clear winter night You in that beautiful long white dress Feet in the sand The moon piercing the Pacific before you You stand there On a familiar and distant horizon The distance of the sea between you and I Nothing but a lighthouse to guide me to you A lighthouse slowly getting dim But I believe you want it that way At times The sound of the piano The sound of your silence It gives it away Darling it sounds quite obvious That beach is yours And you plan on keeping it that way I know this I know you are unsure of me That you turn your back slowly on that beach before I can reach it That you allow the waves to cover your traces in the sand That lighthouse carries no hope for me No it's the wind in the sails that provide that It's the wind that carries my boat and your name It is the hope in the stars that grants me direction towards you The pain in these arms as I paddle my vessel that makes me believe I am closer Closer to the beach you probably no longer wait on I won't reach you in time to touch your heart I won't reach you in time to call you and all of your beauty Mine But I hold onto hope That maybe you will return to that front For me One day The piano disagrees
The doorway (January 19th)
You were standing in the doorway to my small heart, the door's left open.
I hope you see this sometime soon. (January 17th)
Monotony is Nothing but a simple bore, Give me all your love. I want it all now, I'm ready for the candles, Ready for your love. Give me all your love, I want nothing but bedsheets Between you and me... I'm so tired of distance.
Repetition (January 14th)
How are you? I know it's rough at times, Repetitive even. We wake up, Go to work, Get exhausted, Go home to sleep, Repeat. These days feel so washed up, Always the same, I mean shit, I'm repeating myself even in my writing. Crazy, Isn't it? I feel as if we're on this journey, A journey for new things, New tomorrows. I'm just hoping she'll be part of mine, And we can keep it that way. You, A part of my repetition. Coz let's face the facts, I want you in my seconds, My minutes, My hours, My days. I want you there in my life. Side by side.

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Beer on Tap (January 11th)
It's been awhile, Awhile since I've been JUST drunk. It took last night to remind me why. I hate drinking, Being overcome by dizziness, The lack of control, It all adds up to this bad experience. Those demons, In the bottom of the bottle, I'd like to leave them alone for a while. That roller coaster ride they take me for, In an amusements park they've created, Not for me, but for themselves. God damn my head is aching, Need an upper soon. An upper to get me out of this low hell. Hangovers are the worst.
The tall, the free, the cool, yours, mine. (January 5th)
I want to stand tall, Tall like a Mount Everest. Quite unshakeable. Water is flowing, I want to be the river. Go, drink all you need. I want to be shade, Baby isn't it hot out? Stand in my shadow. I want to be yours. Taken and glad about it, Sleep with me tonight. Sleep hoping for us, That we might work this thing out. We can be something.
Wolf in Sunrise
I'm in deep Four drags deep into my cigarette The sun already peeking over the eastern Nevada mountains It's almost five in the morning and I've been up all night long. Yet I still have time for this cigarette and some thoughts. Besides, who said I was tired anyways. Physically, no. Mentally, sure. That doesn't stop me from thinking though. My mind feels like it's running in a never ending marathon. I'm far from weak at at heart. I mean God damn. I've been fighting sadness for years it seems. I've never given up, not in what feels like ages at least. I've grown into a strong young man, with the mind of an old sailor, Not to mention a heart of a wolf. Like every wolf, I lick my wounds when I have to, hell, whenever I have the time, but I'm always pushing forward. Always on the hunt.