I like you a lot,
I know you don't feel the same.
But maybe you do, I'll never know soon.
But I know I Can't Have You.
Your eyes shine into the night,
Like a star in the sky lighting my way to you.
When I see you, I like you more and more.
But I Know I Can't Have You.
When we used to cuddle on the couch,
We would say I love you.
Now that's come and gone,
And I know that you've moved on.
Now that we talk more and more,
I like you, I love you.
I would do anything to have you.
But I know I Can't Have You.
Your Beautiful
by Katie Ariss
Why are u so beautiful?
When I look into your eyes, I can see us growing old...
Do you?
Why are u so perfect?
When your lips touch mine, the feeling is magnificent...
Do u get that feeling too?
I hope you do.
Your Beautiful
Your loving eyes could light up any room
Your Beautiful
Deep in my heart you loom
Your Beautiful
But you don’t even know it
Your oh so Beautiful
and your mine.
Why can’t you see, what I see?
Why don’t you understand, that your Beautiful,
but your with me.
Why do you love me when your oh so Beautiful?
Why?
Your Beauty is stronger then the star covered skies
That beauty, that love, brings tears to my eyes.
Never have I had such strong feelings as this
The only thing that cures me is your soft gentle kiss.
Why can’t you see, what I see?
Why don’t you understand, that your Beautiful,
but your with me.
Why do you love me when your oh so Beautiful?
Your so Beautiful, and your actually mine.
THE POETS OF THIS PLACE
by Holegurl from Hole.com
We are not the architects of what has been created here;
No, we are not the poets of this place.
Send my cries to heaven on the back of a drum riff,
I don't know if prayer needs a right.
Interpretation falls to unimportant speech here,
Necessity eradicated by the view outside.
Absorption in philosophy induces shades of Narcolepsy,
Sleep is not the only peace I know.
Imperfect survivors inanimate, enclosed and lit for students' eyes.
Notes are an indecency, a crime against good light.
Every noise disrupts the peaceful sleeping of the clay
Atmospheric consciousness defined by objects caged and viewed.
Preservation of the quiet; holy duties I'd take on.
Curatorship, dictatorship, a priesthood, god's this humming song.
Echoes are obscenity, silence is my certainty:
We are not the poets of this place.
Kurt Cobaine
This is an amazing portrait of the late Kurt Cobaine done by Nahemah from hole.com!
