Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold
And you were with me
Content with walking
So unaware of the world

Walking on air
My name is CELESTE.Also known as celly/celeteeeee/
marshmellow

One-horse town


Passenger seats

The driveway
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Posted on: Saturday, November 3, 2007
Posted at: 10:22 PM
you told me not to, if i did,
i didnt understand why.
i want to know, of course,
but the truth is sometimes hard to get by.

you tell me not to, yet the way you act,
doesnt match what you say,
i cant keep clinging onto that hope,
but yet i want it to stay.

i'm trying my best, i really am,
but if you dont like me,
dont give me that hope,
i'll know its a scam.

i hate feeling this way,
doing things for the wrong reasons,
i'm convincing myself that i dont,
i just want to be free one day.

i told myself,
lets just be friends,
but every time i see your face,
i'm clinging onto that hope that never ends.

i dont want to feel this way,
because i know one thing,
the person that you have in mind,
is not me, i know, not think.