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bookskies · 1 year
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A love letter to you
My shirt and bedsheets smell like you. I hope you come back before the smell disappears.
I got sad when we got tired and needed to go to sleep. Then I remembered that the morning would bring more kisses and laughs and I fell sound asleep.
Never before have I yearned for anyone's touch like I do now. And for the first time, I want to, need to, feel someone's skin under my fingertips.
I kept telling my friends that I'm probably slowly self-sabotaging us but I hope it doesn't happen. And I hope your feelings are as sincere as they seem.
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bookskies · 3 years
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fame
In the city where dreams come to thrive
For his pleasure, most of them die.
The 27 club is getting fuller,
The feeling of fame overtook her.
Lights, camera, action,
gotta give them the satisfaction.
The beautiful smile’s just a distraction,
When your whole life is an attraction.
The love we get is a story,
in all of its make-believe glory.
You want it so bad, going blind,
in the past, your smile still shined.
Lights, camera, action,
gotta give them the satisfaction.
The beautiful smile’s just a distraction,
When your whole life is an attraction.
There’s no way to get out of it alive,
For the sake of it - you must survive.
Don’t look up to Amy or the other angels,
Your destiny constantly changes -but never trust strangers
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bookskies · 3 years
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Farewell
Listening to heartbreak songs makes me wanna cry.
I'm so sorry for what I put you through,
because I'm the villain they all sing about.
I was an angel sent from Hell,
Never should've cracked your shell.
This is my farewell.
I never loved you but that's alright.
You gave me more than I could've asked for.
I hope you find someone new that's better for you
Cause you deserve what's best in the world.
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bookskies · 3 years
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It's a different kind of heartbreak to listen to heartbreak songs and think about your parents.
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bookskies · 3 years
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Hiii okay so this is a part of a song I've been writing. I've never posted my music anywhere but now I felt like I could post this just for fun. Ik the quality is bad but y'all can just imagine it's vintage/retro/old school bahahha. I was heavily inspired by Lana Del Rey and Basic Instinct :)
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bookskies · 3 years
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Norman fucking Rockwell will be my favourite Lana Del Rey album the second I fall in love.
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bookskies · 3 years
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I wanna be your muse,
wanna be your rose,
the one you choose.
Please, don't let me down,
don't wanna wear a mourning gown,
for you.
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bookskies · 3 years
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Nothing can warm my pretty little heart,
Three, two, one, go, you're not very smart.
Told you I'm here only for the money,
Never ever gonna be your sweet sweet-
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bookskies · 3 years
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One of the most frustrating things I know is that the man I will love till death do us apart is somewhere out there. Living his life.
I'll just have to wait for when the universe thinks it's the right time for us.
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bookskies · 3 years
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This isn't a poem, this is personal.
I finally started writing an EP.
Music has been such a big part of my whole life and i am super excited.
I've gotten a lot of inspiration from Lana Del Rey and especially her Lizzy Grant era.
I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna release any of the songs but I'm just super hyped.
The three songs are called:
N. Curran
Born in Brooklyn
Pearls
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bookskies · 3 years
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Ever since I was a kid, I've wished love to be the kind Clara and The Nutcracker shared.
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bookskies · 3 years
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I'm not like one of em pin-up girls
Red lips, white pearls, Hollywood curls
Listening to Lizzy n dreaming of a different life
God only knows maybe one night I might
Dancing on the silver pole
Someone's daddy's come for the show
Let me kneel down for you baby
Wanna be your little doll
Kiss me hard and let me know
If you'll love me like Nick Curran
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bookskies · 3 years
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We are wasting Tchaikovsky
I'm a simple woman and I don't ask for much. I just want to waltz with someone I deeply care about.
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bookskies · 3 years
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Find me, please
I don't wish for you to call me by your name.
I wish for you to call my name into the unknown and maybe that way the universe will bring us together.
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bookskies · 3 years
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Am I wrong for this
I'm going around helplessly looking for you and leaving a trail of broken hearts after me.
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bookskies · 3 years
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You're my book
When I was a kid I asked my mother "what does it feel to fall in love?"
She sat down and stayed quiet for a while.
"It's like when you realise the book you're reading is the best book you've ever read and you know you'll never get bored of it no matter how many times you read it through", she said.
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bookskies · 3 years
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Mr. Darcy
Be my Mr. Darcy please,
I would love you with ease.
Hate everything but me,
we could fall asleep under an oak tree.
Write me letters, not necessarily the loving kind,
but just something to give me a peace of mind.
I would call you by your name,
But Mr. Darcy would be your frame.
People would know you for your pride,
and my prejudice would not let it slide.
I would still love you under the oak tree,
because maybe a bit similar would I be.
Two people seemingly full of pride,
but that would not be a reflection of what we keep inside.
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