you didn't get to heaven but you made it close

Good evening.

I usually have problems/insecurities with sharing my writing, but I guess that’s what this blog is for, isn’t it? Here goes. The first one is a spur-of-the-moment thing I wrote five minutes ago; the second was done last week.

(they are not funny, I cannot write humorous things.)

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Coin
After a while you realise you’ve been flipping the coin unfairly; that's why it's always landing heads up. When you try again your hand shakes and tails ends up being a nasty bitch. So maybe it’s better to pay with dollar bills which only have one face…but then again, you heard love is blind.

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We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things.
A chirpy bit of guitar and I wind a lock of your hair around my finger. It's an earnest voice that catches, a little, on the word "hesitate" in the chorus, a half-heartbeat filled with delighted piano and deep-throated purring bass. "I'm Yours," and I smile and pull you close, your breath tickling my ear.

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(I love Jason Mraz! He was awesome at Singfest - a really spontaneous and creative performer who had everyone dancing and singing along. "Every little thing is gonna be all right.")

Radiohead – Creep
I don’t care if it hurts,
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.

much love, Grace of 315