

And here we go again...So, I'm a little bit down,And here we go again...
And I could tell you why,
But you don't liSten, You're flying too high.
And it remindS me too much of all the paSt hurt. It remindS me too much of my face in the dirt.
You're one and the Same, a generation apart. It'S Sad how both of you broke my heart. But really you're under the very Same curSe. It deStroyS your Spirit and So much worSe. It deStroyS everything you could have been,
PullS down liveS yet to be Seen. To think i waS nearly caught in that very Same hell Loving you waS the way I fell. Looking back through


I think maybe I like you...You're so sweet,I think maybe I like you...
so tormented.
Why do you hold me so tight? Why are you so silent?
I think maybe I like you,
A little more than before,
Each time you pull me close,
I smile a little more.
You're so cute,
so troubled. Why do you look at me that way? Why do I not know what to say?
I think maybe I like you. Can't even pin point why. Know you're too much to handle,
I feel it when you sigh.
You're so beautiful,
so concerned. Why don't we know where we stand? Why do you always take my hand? &nbs


BeatScared of feeling your heartbeat,Beat
Wondering what you could become,
Thinking of all that I owe you,
Hoping we'll have some fun.
Terrified of hurting you,
Of somehow letting you down,
And everytime i feel you move,
I know he's starting to frown.
I thought about letting you go,
We just weren't ready for this,
And now when i feel your beat,
I would fight with my bare fist.
You have a little rythmn,
That's steady through the night,
At first it kept me awake,
Now it feels just right.
I don't want to lose you,  


I knowAnd i promised,I know
I know. And i failed,
I'm sorry. And i hurt you, I'm sure.
I destroyed me,
I know. I killed us,
I'm sorry. It's gone now,
I'm sure.
And you cried,
I know. And you screamed,
I'm sorry,
And you hated,
I'm sure.
Now we're done,
I know. We're seperate,
I'm sorry. It's over,
I'm sure.


Black RoseThe Black RoseBlack Rose
Red is the rose of passion Pink the rose of innocent infatuation White is the rose of purest intention
The yellow is that of affectionate friendship
The purple that of the favor of good luck The deepest blue that of intensity and heartfelt bonding of family The mixing of the pink and white is beautiful to behold The scent of the red incomparable
The beauty of the yellow as great as that of the friendship it symbolizes But beyond the spectrum of the warmth of these
Pink to the mixed red and white
Beyond the garden gate in the secret


I miss youI miss you.I miss you
I lost you I know that And I meant to So why is it now I cant seem to let you go?
I wish I had the stomach to talk to you.
I miss you
You shouldn’t have meant so much. But you did
and for some unknown
Reason you still do.
You shouldn’t be worth the breath
The time The words
But I cant help it.
I miss you
I don’t know what to do about it.
When I talked to you life seemed so simple So easy So deluded And such a dream.
But I know l


No WorriesI have no worries..No Worries
I hate my mom.. I killed her last night..
I have no worries..
I love my cat.. And hung him from a tree..
I have no worries..
I love my friends.. I stabed them all in the back..
I have no worries..
I cut my arm and made it bleed.. I sat in a hot bath and died..
I have no worries..
My school work is piled high.. I just smoked some weed..
I have no worries..
There is someone crying out inside my mind.. I just freaked the fuck out..
I hav
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She makes a lot of abstract art, she haggles for the cheapest price, she never orders take-out food before 10 o'clock at night...
Mia <3
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"Did my heart love 'till now? For swear at sight, I never saw true beauty 'till this night."
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I fear nothing .. except loosing my heart
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If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side
crikey's site located here
my gallery here. Help me improve pls
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O our lives' sweetness, That we the pain of death would hourly die Rather than die at once. (King Lear V.iii. 185-87)
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