Spring brings a time of grieving and memories.
Date: Apr 17th, 2009 1:23:11 am - Subscribe
Mood: pathetic
I've loved you then, I've loved you before, and I love you now.
A part of myself will always love you, as a friend and as something much deeper.
You will always, have a piece of my heart.
This is hard for me.
I feel stupid. I know that our lives have changed and that we have yet to rebuild our friendship that we had before.
And I'm grateful for our friendship.
But something in my heart, in that stupid little heart will always yearn and want to be something more with you.
Even if that doesn't cross your mind at all.
I'll always love you.
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Some kind of quote.
Date: Dec 19th, 2008 6:07:39 am - Subscribe
Mood: twitterpated
It's gunna take alot to get this girl to be herself, to find her true self and then be able to feel able to be her true self around.
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Scattered words.
Date: Nov 27th, 2008 4:40:28 am - Subscribe
Mood: beaming
On my 3rd glass of wine
8:35
Watching the ocean move with the tides
and your body,
somebody,
dancing open wide, for all of them to see.
It is your mind, that fasinates me.
How prentenious do you think you can be?
How much more do you want me to see?
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Reflection.
Date: Nov 8th, 2008 1:53:08 am - Subscribe
Mood: intrigued
No more please.
Sometimes I can't understand my mind.
Sometimes, I think I can understand my mind, but I can't.
Sometimes I do understand my mind.
I do understand myself though. I do understand my feelings and emotions.
Sometimes these feelings and emotions feel so big sometimes there too hard to understand.
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I dislike being alone.
Date: Oct 4th, 2008 3:07:21 am - Subscribe
Mood: insane
So I guess today is one of those days
and tonight is one of those nights
I'll smoke a thousand ciggerates and leave my thoughts behind.
I'll take a few pictures, of my face, body and hands. Pretend that there's folks with me, that I'm laughing not feeling sad.
Coughing my lungs out, while I slam the telephone into the door. Strumming a perfect guitar, thinking these lonely nights are not so bad.
But I'll smile because I'm used to this. Being lonesome listening to the radio. These friday nights make me feel weaker, even though I'm stronger inside.
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