Dearly beloved are u listening?
Tonight was about taking off.
you said we need to talk.
Here we go again with all the things you said
So this is where the story ends, a conversation on IM
You say youre so sorry but not really.
you werent what I thought.
Too many words, too many lies, I cant quiet see the truth.
First class lier is what you are.
Don’t play with me.
The friendship the good times we had, you can have them back.
Don’t deny that youre a waste of time.
Time has made us change, you used to be my all.
But then you took a fall and lost it all.
I feel i could and I know I should
But I just have to stop myself from saying something else so,
The friendship and good times we had, you can have them back.
Its all a game to you.
A game you won.
Thanks for nothing.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
<33
When you said forever, you meant a few months. When I said forever, I meant every day until I died. When you said always, you meant until you couldn't handle it anymore. When I said always, I meant until time ended. When you said you loved me, you meant I was no different from any other girl. When I said I loved you, I meant I had never felt what I felt for you.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
oh my goshh.
today.
me and cep and emily and paul.
we ate food.
lots of it.
and and and.
there was a chocolate fountain!
yum yum yum.
then we caught the trains, lifts and escalators.
so much fun.
ahh i dont think il be eating dinner.
hm lunch was good.
and and and.
i ate some of caitlyn's naan bread stuffed with smarties and chocolate and it was all melted.
mmm that was so good!
jealous yet?
:D
today.
me and cep and emily and paul.
we ate food.
lots of it.
and and and.
there was a chocolate fountain!
yum yum yum.
then we caught the trains, lifts and escalators.
so much fun.
ahh i dont think il be eating dinner.
hm lunch was good.
and and and.
i ate some of caitlyn's naan bread stuffed with smarties and chocolate and it was all melted.
mmm that was so good!
jealous yet?
:D
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.
you think youve got it all wrapped around your finger.
but then that knot suddenly unties.
i was too busy collecting pebbles and i did not notice that id just lost a gem. a precious one.
some say "he's gone, let it go"
but why should i?
im not a quitter.
and well when things dont go to plan, i just stick it out.
when what you live for dispears and the things you love grow claws, what can you do?
smile and fake your way through it.
when the sun dont shine and the stars dont twinkle, il be there smiling and pretending.
but then that knot suddenly unties.
i was too busy collecting pebbles and i did not notice that id just lost a gem. a precious one.
some say "he's gone, let it go"
but why should i?
im not a quitter.
and well when things dont go to plan, i just stick it out.
when what you live for dispears and the things you love grow claws, what can you do?
smile and fake your way through it.
when the sun dont shine and the stars dont twinkle, il be there smiling and pretending.
sunshinee :D
i never knew a nail polish could make me smile.
but this one certainly does.
named sunshinee.
bright yellow and well i just love it.
did you see the smileys on it?
:D
hm anyways im goinggg.
x
but this one certainly does.
named sunshinee.
bright yellow and well i just love it.
did you see the smileys on it?
:D
hm anyways im goinggg.
x
Thursday, May 28, 2009
made by hanna&meee
Wish we could go back to the days… When “Getting High” meant on a swing. When “Protection” meant wearing a helmet. When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties and the worst thing you could get from girls was a cold. When Mum was your only hero and Dad’s shoulders was the highest place on earth. When your worst enemies were your siblings.When the only “Drug” you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t mean you were a slut. When the only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike. When the only thing that would hurt you were skinned knees. When the only thing that could be broken were your toys. When goodbye only meant until tomorrow.
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