Life.Don't you just love how everything you ever knew, turns to be everything you want so badly to forget?
I don't have hope anymore.
Hope leads to regret and sorrow.
I'm sick of it
Breathe AgainThe hurt I feel is suffocating, this lack of air is bringing me to my knees my nerves are bending my blood is thinning my heart is breaking, can't you see I'm dying here?Breathe Again
Honey- without you I've forgotten how to breathe.
You're my inhalor, press your lips on to mine give me some of your precious air let your venom fill my lungs, let me breathe again.
I need to breathe again I'm running out of time, I've become dependent on your sickly sweet poison, that breaks me but makes me whole again. Please- before it's too late. &nb
HomeSomewhere between here and there I realized all I want is to go home.Home
Where is "home", for a girl like me?
If one even exists at all.
It's definetly not with the "loving" family you see, where it feels like no matter what, I'm still a stranger, an outsider, yet to fit in.
It's certainly not with my torn and broken mother, who has a hard enough time taking care of herself, who despite everything I want for myself I'm still terrified that one day I'll look in the mirror and it will be her I see.
I can't possibly make myself a burden
Secret AdmirerSecret AdmirerSecret Admirer
I used to send you love letters But never sign my name. I told you how I loved you And hoped that you would feel the same
You lived in the apartment That was 6 doors down from mine I knew because I saw you Come and go there all the time
We’d talk from time to time When I would meet you in the hall I wanted to say ‘I love you’ But most times I barely spoke at all
I did have one friend dear to me That was the only one who knew How I longed to feel your warm embrace And spend my life with you
She
Secret AdmirerI sit, as you stand we pass each other by the days just don't know what their doing to me you'll never know how i feel or why I'll watch youSecret Admirer
in the hallways invisible to you Today...
My Enthusiastic LearnerI look into your eyes and I see your IntentionsMy Enthusiastic Learner
You grab my hand and lead me away
Its then I know I'm about to get your affection
Now is the time to play
This game is physical as well as mental
I realize this when you whisper "...please be gentle..."
I've been down this road before
and I know your concerns
Trust me I implore
Your heart will not be left a sore
I soothe your fears by whispering in your ear
With the brush of my breath, the touch of my lips, and the slips of my tongue, you slowly lose control
You push on my shoul
2. LoveI know painters paint it, composers play it, actors can act it...but what can writer's do?2. Love
Well, we can tell it in a story, we can convey it in a play, we can sing it in lyrics, and we can illustrate it in poems.
But, for the moment I am not a painter, a composer, an actor, or a writer...but I can explain it the only way I know how...
Love is:
Frustratingly magnificent while also terribly unique.
Confusing and intriguing, and can also leave you weak.
Menacingly wonderful if not also specially designed, All emotions put together, but right now they are all mine. Rivaling
Sadness
Hi
hehe
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Youth burns! O.O ~
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I didn't know you had one of these
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Homiez Of The 909
[Thug Life 4 Realz]
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1 death is a tragety, 1 million is a statistic
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The ruiner,
he's a collector,
he's an infector...
Ummm, I don't wanna test anymore, I am going INSANE! Andddd i dont wanna run...T_T. Hahahaha Henry + *whateveryourstomchsnameis* = Money Makers. :}
I DONT WANNA GO TO SCHOOL ANYMORE!!!!!
And I also really like all your wrighting, I read it all durring my computers class.
However, i am running out of articles to read on your page, its queit unfortunate. :[
Please wright more. :]
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici
through truth, I, while living, have conquered the world
you can still flirt with him, you just cant, well, swoop?
i dont know.
dont listen to me.
ill just go back to my little emo poetry that drops your iq, or whatever you said i dropped with my poetry.
>.<
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If looking at yaoi is a sin, sure as god made little green apples, im going to hell first class.
story of my life? why its very exciting.
eighteen shy and sensitive.
but he still talked to you, so i guess you didnt freak him out that much.
haha.
maybe thats why he wasnt in sixth period.
hes contemplating his love for you.
>.<
haha.
that would be funny.
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If looking at yaoi is a sin, sure as god made little green apples, im going to hell first class.
story of my life? why its very exciting.
eighteen shy and sensitive.
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