Biography of Lindsay King
I am a southern California girl living in the Sacramento County. How much trouble can I cause here? ! ?
I don't like many people.
I probably won't like you.
But if I do, I'm a very loyal person.
I have LOVE IS HELL tattooed on my wrist.
Either I am very, very bitter, or I am overly obsessed over Ryan Adams.
Lindsay King's Works:
Lindsay King Poems
I'M Going To Die Alone
tears roll down my face almost as common as a bad cliché we've been apart longer than we were together
Someone Kill The Romantic In Me
someone kill the romantic in me slash the flirt and smother the optimist and the person who believes the best in everyone
so you take away the pain to make life less blinding a few shots of vodka followed by a long island iced tea
a year ago it was all a year ago when you kissed me badly like i was the first girl
Used Condom Wrapper
it seems these words have lost their meanings i'm crying and begging and kicking
Can You, Will You?
Everything seems to stop When you walk on by My friend says you're cocky But I know that you're not
Pictures From Lindsay's Camera
i can never go back to what we once were a picture in time, many pictures from the past
The New Type Of Romance
these days just don't quite feel complete will the touch of your hand be relieving,
Beliefs And Convictions
Can you be bought, I ask For what price can you be bought? Throw out your convictions And mingle with the otherside
Try Self Reflection
did you ever think like really think that maybe it wasn't everybody else, it was you?
I’m looking but I’m losing If you’ve fought and made it through— You can do it again But I can’t do anything
i dont expect you to wait while i figure myself out while i learn what is right, ‘cause all i know is wrong
Post-Teenage Hopeful Lust
I’m guilty by association You’re lost in the blur We are all we have left From a life we let go of
Sad Promises That You Said
i thought i felt your arms cup around me but it was just the soft embrace of my favorite stuffed animal you laid some inches away
It was a mistake
We met by accident
You make me wish
I never went
To that concert
That cold November night
But the winter
Never stopped us from
Prancing the Sunset Strip