The past was close behind :: Under the Covers

“She was married when we first meet, soon to be divorced, I helped her out of a jam I guess, but I used a little too much force. We drove that car as far as we could, abandoned it out West, split it up on a dark sad night, both agreeing it was best. She turned around to look at me, as I was walking away, I heard her say over my shoulder, “we’ll meet again someday on the avenue”“

Do you ever long for true love from me :: Under the Covers

Everyday :: Fiona Apple & Jon Brion"I want a love like in a black and white movie." he stated, as if it was understood, as if she knew all along that her hues were too bold and bright. Her lips were cherry red, her hair a bottle black with the glow through undertones of blue, …

So many different people to be :: Under the Covers

Season of the Witch :: Karen ElsonKeep Art Alive :: Art by By ljzoelle on deviantARTSo many faces to put on every morning, so many girls to be each day, a new mask replaces an old one, as the hairs grey, as the skin crinkles, as the eyes darken from all she can't yet un-see. …

In the name of love :: Under the Covers

Pour Some Sugar on Me (live) :: Emm Gryner She shows up in the late afternoons on random Thursdays, always unexpected, even though she opens her eyes wide with expectation that you were doing just that, expecting her. She never explains the absence in-between, where she goes on the days she doesn't return your texts, …

Until tomorrow, but that’s just some other time :: Under the Covers

I'm Waiting for the Man (live) :: Echo & The Bunnymen They stood out in the rain, no words passing between, just the silent sentiment of a boy handing a girl his jacket to wear. The girl's hands shook and her lips had gone numb, a translucent purple shade that Cover Girl doesn't offer. Everything …

I’ve seen the sky just begin to fall :: Under the Covers

Goodbye Horses (live) :: The Airborne Toxic Event The wind swept cold colliding caresses on our skin as we ran across the street, around the corner, and into the shelter of my car. The seats were cold, too, but the engine eventually heated up, wrapping around us like an embrace, like words left unsaid. I …