~MrJones82
Mr. Jones
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Music Box BallerinaThere’s a girl dancing in your mirror. You don’t know who she is Or where she came from. But she’s wearing a poke–a–dotted dress, That floats gently on the breeze. It spins, creating halo around her waist And all you can do is sit and stare. You can’t touch, But you can’t look away. And you’ve never wanted anything more, In the whole time you’ve been alive. In all your years, You’ve never seen anything so beautiful. You want to hold close and tight. You don’t want to let go And you don’t wMusic Box Ballerina
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When I Die...When I die....When I Die...
....traces of my former life will be found in shoes boxes stacked in the corner of my closet. There you will find ticket stubs from movies, shows, plays, and musicals, a white string, drawings from a boy I once believed to love me, pictures of a boy who did love me, a wooden box filled with pictures, pictures and more pictures of a happier child, a metal box of old journals (locked), a Winnie the Pooh chest containing an old friend's life story, a storage box filled with mostly empty notebooks and a slue of unsent love letters containing the broken confessions of a renegade heart and incomplete thoughts scattered a
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SecondChancesOnlyLastSoLongSo how many times, How many times, How many times, Do you think I’ll take you back?SecondChancesOnlyLastSoLong
How many chances, How many chances, How many chances, Do you think you get?
I’m telling you now, I’m telling you now, I’m telling you now, This is it. It’s over. We’re done.
There is such a thing, As too many second chances; And you’ve gone and blown them all, Thrown them all away. We wanted to, We wanted to, We wanted to help. But we didn’t know when to say when. You didn’t kn
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Buildings FallingBuildings FallingBuildings Falling
Every time I turn around, Another building’s falling down, Another bridge is burning.
I try to tell myself it’s all in my head, Try to say nothing’s changed.
But the truth is that everything is different now, And nothing stays the same for very long. People leave when they just got close, And relationships have no room to grow. The ending comes before the story even starts, And I’m left standing in the rubble you left your wake.
Though your feet are ready to walk, My heart can’t let go. An
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Nowhere, America
- Interests: Reading. Writing. Dancing. Smoking. Loving. Hugging. Kissing. Photography.
- Favourite movie: The Fountain. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Slumdog Millionare. Wall E. Coraline. SLC Punk
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos. The Dresden Dolls. The Decemberist. Joan Osborne. Postal Service. Imogen Heap.
- Favourite genre of music: The one that makes every cell in my body a l i v e.
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman. Stephenie Meyer. Zoe Trope. Augusten Burroughs. Jonathan Safran Foer.
- Operating System: POS
- MP3 player of choice: Orange iPod that says: Mr. Jones
- Wallpaper of choice: asofterworld.com
- Favourite game: Sims 2
- Favourite cartoon character: John Smith...my first crush.
- Personal Quote: 'I want to kiss everyone and find the perfect kiss.' - Zoe Trope
- Tools of the Trade: Something with ink and a writeable surface or a flash drive and something that types.
- AIM: PaperbackNovel77
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Die with your face to the sun.
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