Ethan T. Paul

  1. Haley, pt. 7

    You are life to me

    But now I’m kissing the back of my own hand

    You were air to me

    Now I’m breathless

    You were love to me

    And I’m lost

    Lost without you

    Crying out in darkness to nobody that can hear

    Alone

    Again

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  1. Haley, pt. 6

    I sat on the edge looking out at the twilight

    And thought I heard you call my name

    Turning my head with excitation I became disappointed

    It was only the wind whispering

    Should I hold my head with hope?

    Or drown my eyes with sorrow?

    So unsure of what will come tomorrow

    But now you’re gone

    In another’s arms

    I’m here alone

    Thinking of what could have been

    What passed and what could be

    Maybe you were right

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  1. lesbigayeveryday:

    “Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you love someone with brown eyes.”

    Everything about you is just perfect // N.A.A 12:08am

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  1. themodernartists:
“Barbara Kruger (American, b. 1945), Untitled (Do I Have to Give Up Me to be Loved By You?), 2011. Archival pigment print, in artist’s frame.
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    themodernartists:

    Barbara Kruger (American, b. 1945), Untitled (Do I Have to Give Up Me to be Loved By You?), 2011. Archival pigment print, in artist’s frame.

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  1. germanpostwarmodern:
“James Real Studio-Office (1958) in Los Angeles, CA, USA, by Arthur Lavagnino. Photo by Julius Shulman.
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    germanpostwarmodern:

    James Real Studio-Office (1958) in Los Angeles, CA, USA, by Arthur Lavagnino. Photo by Julius Shulman.

    (Source: primo.getty.edu)

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  1. 24hoursinthelifeofawoman:
“Edward Hopper - Chop Suey ( 1929 )
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    24hoursinthelifeofawoman:

    Edward Hopper - Chop Suey ( 1929 )

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  1. Haley, pt. 5

    You make me quiver with your unsure words

    That I may not feel that way ever again

    The spark, flavor, push and pull of our souls like the moon and tides

    The way you challenge me, the way we live for eachother

    I may not feel it again

    Standing now on an edge of uncertainty my foot slips and I fall

    Into the unknown chasm

    Your fingers could pull me up but you’re far away

    If only you had stayed

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  1. Haley, pt. 4

    Maybe this was supposed to happen

    Maybe I was meant to feel this room and find this place

    Maybe it was so I could finally see how it fits together

    The ebb and flow of our hearts

    A puzzle with the pieces broken

    Don’t walk away

    Reach out your hands

    I’m only a step away

    Whispering through naked bone

    Echoing through the thorned valley of my soul

    Don’t walk away

    Reach

    I’m here

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  1. Haley, pt. 3

    How did I get so far to lose what keeps me alive?

    My own flesh and blood is cold and aloof

    I’m wandering like a child, unfamiliar

    Lost in a frantic new world

    How far away?

    Can you feel each beat of my heart?

    I wish I could tear my own flesh to expose them

    How long will you travel?

    Do you know when you’ll be home?

    Growing old

    Withering away

    Always I will wait for the return of our heart.

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  1. Haley, pt. 2

    Can a scarred heart heal after making amends?

    My heart was blind before you

    And lost without you

    Surfing a tide on a dead beach

    I found you laying there alone among tbe driftwood nearly drowning

    Carrying you home through sheets of rain

    When I fell you carried me too

    Along a path of branches and troubled sunlight

    To a place that we can never go back to again

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  1. Haley, pt. 1

    Blank as a sheet and pale like one too

    Breathing confusion in my lungs

    Coughing out the excess of your love

    A sullen smile and another excuse

    Can you see it inside me? The bitter ashes and the remants of you?

    To breath you in again is all I wish

    Find a place to call home

    Empty stares with hollow eyes

    No way to reclaim my memories

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