tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70721836522832910632024-03-13T22:34:34.138-05:00its a life; its a secrethello! Well I'd like to say I'm an average girl - oh wait, I'm not. But I'm one of those silly girls who falls in love and makes mistakes- sounds familiar?... you'll find we have a lot in common :DThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-83550514436811146312012-06-07T17:54:00.001-05:002012-06-07T17:54:45.076-05:00It's been a While<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The moments that had happened;<br />
will never vanish.<br />
The memories that have occured;<br />
can never be destroyed.<br />
I pause briefly, and remember it all...<br />
I pause all the time, and pray it would go away.<br />
It would make it easier to smile.<br />
It would make it easier to trust.<br />
It would make it easier to love.<br />
<br />
It's been a while;<br />
I hadn't been able to breath without <br />
exasperation<br />
I hadn't been able to listen to music<br />
without images and memories<br />
racing through my head and<br />
being sorted out.<br />
<br />
Its been a while,<br />
the moments that had happened<br />
will never vanish.<br />
the memories that have occured <br />
can never be destroyed.<br />
The person who has them;<br />
has grown stronger.<br />
The moments and memories<br />
have been converted to bravery...<br />
<br />
I can now look you in they eyes;<br />
Yes. I know. Its been a while.<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-9270569646405648962011-09-02T13:14:00.000-05:002011-09-02T13:14:34.505-05:00Tight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">So I keep my eyes wide open...</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">just for you; searching the horizon</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">the response is just as good as if i had my eyes closed...</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">stretching my arms out to reach to you</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and all I feel is the air</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">I've come to the conclusion though</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">that I can only find you when my eyes are closed</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and when I'm at my most vulnerable point</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">sleeping.</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">That's where I look to the horizon </div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and see you</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and with arms reached out; hug you</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and in my imagination</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">I love you</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">so if I ever do meet you...</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">and my eyes are open,</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103">it will be like a dream come true</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_hbw2fj="103"><br />
</div></div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-58630217123899505492011-04-22T10:49:00.001-05:002011-04-22T10:54:38.946-05:00Watch what you Create<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><p$1><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><p$1>You're going to have me be behind<br />
<p$1>Once I'm let go this world<br />
<p$1>its going to be new to me<br />
<p$1><p$1>For now you can hold on,<br />
<p$1>but let the changes appear<br />
<p$1><p$1>You did bring me into this world<br />
<p$1>this huge diverse world<br />
<p$1>but, you can't create a world for me<br />
<p$1>especially if I don't want to live in it<br />
<p$1><p$1>I've needed protection before<br />
<p$1>I had no clue where to turn<br />
<p$1>a mistake I made<br />
<p$1>you helped me clear it up<br />
<p$1><p$1>Now i put up my own shield<br />
<p$1>I'm aware of where I am<br />
<p$1>and if I make a mistake<br />
<p$1>I know how to except it<br />
<p$1><p$1>So, stop trying to hide me from this world<br />
<p$1>let me step out of the small space you had me in<br />
<p$1>under your protection, your guide<br />
<p$1><p$1>I've actually made a small escape,<br />
<p$1>you could say, <em>they</em> would say<br />
<p$1>I've made my own choice<br />
<p$1>to fall in love.<br />
<p$1><p$1>Then they caught on recently<br />
<p$1>but this time I chose not to hide it<br />
<p$1>I'm done masking something beautiful in my life<br />
<p$1>this time I'm telling them how it's going to be;<br />
<p$1>if they are going to try and change it<br />
<p$1><p$1>so this is when they should realize<br />
<p$1>its time to take up the wall separating me <br />
<p$1>from the real world<br />
<p$1><p$1>and this time<br />
<p$1>I won't cave in to any of their adjustments<br />
<p$1>this time they'll have to adjust<br />
<p$1>to my choice</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-90309941954850265002011-04-08T18:47:00.000-05:002011-04-08T18:47:37.219-05:00Scare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Scared...<br />
hm. yes. yes i am.<br />
am I now hollow inside?<br />
Am I empty...?<br />
whispers turn into screams<br />
echos end short<br />
and breaths grow heavy<br />
and then stop<br />
heart beats grow faster<br />
and paces go slower<br />
and mean while everything is getting weaker<br />
look around<br />
why don't I know what's happening<br />
What I caused and what had occured<br />
are two different results<br />
no one is following this<br />
neither am I<br />
confused, lost, and worried<br />
fix me, end it, and save a life<br />
who knows... mine might be ending soon<br />
and who knows-<br />
it might have not even begun</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-77636149202278002812011-04-08T18:36:00.000-05:002011-04-08T18:36:47.862-05:00Guilty- was it worth the laugh?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">All of you should feel guilty<br />
EVERYONE right now should feel guilty<br />
all of you claim to be against bullying<br />
you wear the color to represent you are <em>against </em>bullying<br />
pardon my french but BULLSHIT!<br />
<br />
All of you are guilty of one thing<br />
making fun of an innocent girl<br />
who was clueless to your cruel<br />
HURTFUL inside joke.<br />
All of you participated in it...<br />
<br />
I don't care if you hate her with a fiery burning passion-<br />
there's no excuse for that MEAN action<br />
of a joke.... it wasn't funny though<br />
the thing is you are all sorry<br />
because she realized<br />
the other day that she was the subject of the joke<br />
YOU were not laughing with her<br />
YOU were laughing at her<br />
<br />
There I am feeling so bad for her<br />
I was oblivious to the whole situaution<br />
she told me she figured it out on her own<br />
don't go pointing fingers<br />
<br />
the pain in her face<br />
the holding back of her tears<br />
the redness of her eyes<br />
some how managed my tears to surface<br />
she was so strong<br />
if I were in her situation I promise...<br />
I COULDN'T be as nearly as strong as her<br />
<br />
People were not just MEAN<br />
they said HORRIBLE things<br />
placing her name in code<br />
talking about HER in front of HER<br />
thinking this name was imaginary...<br />
but to all of you it was code, huh?<br />
<br />
Well on her face she wears tears<br />
her mind wanders with curiosity trying to figure<br />
out what she did to deserve hatred everyday?<br />
From people she thought was her friends<br />
<br />
What do you wear on your face?<br />
shame?<br />
What do you bare on your shoulders?<br />
regret.... REGRET that you got caught<br />
you all should feel embaressed....<br />
I thank God - I never participated in this joke-<br />
I'd be so disappointed<br />
knowing<br />
I caused an innocent girl pain....<br />
was it worth the laugh?<br />
<br />
By the way...<br />
she told me-<br />
she forgives you all.<br />
<br />
It angers me that I'm associated with some of you...<br />
think about that<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-71546852386403832392011-04-02T18:51:00.000-05:002011-04-02T18:51:36.160-05:00Love is a game?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Well in a movie the other night<br />
I heard them say how 'life' isn't a game<br />
YES! YES - it is!<br />
Well....<br />
atleast L.O.V.E. is?<br />
<br />
I'll explain<br />
when I say life is a game<br />
I don't me be a playa (if you were thinking that- think again!)<br />
<br />
I mean its like hide and seek<br />
Love hides<br />
we search for it<br />
and we eventually (hopefully) find it<br />
<br />
Then it turns into tag<br />
You see it<br />
and you run after it...<br />
<br />
Hey! Guess what?<br />
You're it <3</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-43093964874423537732011-04-02T18:46:00.000-05:002011-04-02T18:46:50.851-05:00Absense<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You were there for the first month<br />
then you started this streak of tardies...<br />
and soon enough you became absent over and over again<br />
it goes on your record, you know?<br />
<br />
Well if you are absent a lot<br />
you miss a lot,<br />
you were missing a lot of me<br />
what I was saying<br />
and if youre absent<br />
I guess I wasn't important enough for<br />
you to attend<br />
<br />
but this boy on the other<br />
hand<br />
well I KNOW he cares about me...<br />
and I know i care about him<br />
so<br />
don't try to show up now<br />
because I'll I'm going to do<br />
is dismiss you<br />
I'm sorry<br />
but<br />
you can't make up your absesnses</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-42322029912600510022011-04-01T15:01:00.000-05:002011-04-01T15:01:30.395-05:00Walk Away<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">.... and after all this time<br />
you lied<br />
<br />
and after all this time<br />
you said you didn't love me<br />
<br />
and after all this time<br />
I'm so sorry<br />
but I no longer love you....<br />
<br />
You told her your new relationship<br />
is like taking a 'walk away' from me<br />
no matter how hard you try<br />
you'd always end up at the starting point.<br />
<br />
You told her seeing me<br />
be happy with him<br />
made you go home and punch a wall<br />
just so maybe the pain would make you forget me<br />
the pain only reminded you of me instead, huh?<br />
<br />
You told him you never said anything about <br />
him, or me, or what we might be<br />
you never said anything, huh?<br />
only that you had a bad feeling<br />
and that I was replacing you<br />
<br />
I can't replace something that isn't there<br />
.... its not there anymore....<br />
and I'm sorry<br />
but i don't think it will ever be there again<br />
just walk away<br />
and don't look back<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-10715237759526152932011-03-30T14:32:00.002-05:002011-03-30T14:32:27.791-05:00When I die<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I die</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t need to be know; famous</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My name doesn’t</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Have to be recognized by the world.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Need to be talked about on</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">history book pages.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When people I knew</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Look back</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I want them to smile</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">at the memories.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hope before I die</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I can bring some beauty</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">into this hideous world.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t need to be known</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, I want to have</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Lived my life for a purpose.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Before I die</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I want to have love</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And I want that love</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">to have been reciprocated.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I die…</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My name doesn’t have to be recognized</div><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><br />
<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-64932931005775323762011-03-24T18:10:00.000-05:002011-03-24T18:10:50.787-05:00Copy, Cut, and Paste<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Stop. Right there.<br />
Silence.<br />
You're looking at me<br />
Your hand holding my wrist.<br />
we've reached eye contact<br />
pause. freeze.<br />
i want to save this moment.<br />
I'll look back to this<br />
<br />
First moment,<br />
copied, cut, and paste<br />
copied from the world<br />
cut it, the moment over<br />
but its pasted in my mind.<br />
<br />
Stop. Pause. Continue.<br />
Speak now... repeat<br />
record<br />
I can go over my day and hear your<br />
sweet words now.<br />
<br />
Shh. be quiet.<br />
Let me put my ear to your chest...<br />
let me pace your breaths<br />
and i'll adjust mine to match.<br />
I want to know your heartbeat<br />
<br />
Reassurance.<br />
Please blink, <br />
and I want to know<br />
if when your eyes open<br />
if your gaze will change to somewhere else<br />
or if your eyes will still be on me.<br />
focus<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-38520621292078204102011-03-24T17:52:00.000-05:002011-03-24T17:52:29.041-05:00My side<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Rarely<br />
Do people ask me for my side of a story<br />
Then again,<br />
Rarely<br />
Do people need my side of the story<br />
He asked for my side of the story<br />
But<br />
Since he asked<br />
That means he might have thought<br />
There was some truth<br />
To the lie filled one.<br />
But he can’t know my past actions<br />
If he doesn’t know my full story…<br />
So I prepare<br />
Prepare to open up<br />
And expose my interior<br />
I prepare to tell him the secrets<br />
That only I know<br />
There isn’t going to be any secrets between<br />
Him and I anymore<br />
Because; eventually<br />
I hope we’ll love each other<br />
And if he loves me…<br />
I want him to love me for everything and anything I am<br />
And to do that<br />
He needs to know;<br />
He needs to know me<br />
I hope he likes it<br />
I hope he likes my life…<br />
Because it’s a life;<br />
soon not to be a secret<span id="goog_449137880"></span><br />
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<img src="goog_449137881" /></div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-75947946996563604512011-03-22T14:44:00.000-05:002011-03-22T14:44:34.129-05:00You look, I look<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You look, I look<br />
everyones opinion was different about <br />
my view on this world for a long time.<br />
<br />
then i met him<br />
and i felt as if I was <em>meant</em><br />
to know him<br />
<br />
He said the words I would have spoken<br />
He knew the interior before was I had opened up;<br />
because he had experienced it before...<br />
<br />
all the pain<br />
the anger<br />
the tears<br />
over all the heart<br />
the heart that had been <br />
FIXED the BROKEN then FIXED again...<br />
<br />
and well, as he spoke a few words to me<br />
I felt as if for once.... maybe something is meant to happen?<br />
I don't know...<br />
I DO care..<br />
<br />
He's different, that's for sure<br />
he seems as if he may be that boy in the dream-<br />
the one that tries to bring beauty into this hideous world<br />
I wouldn't be shocked if that's him<br />
<br />
</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-90394210727822087442011-02-25T20:22:00.000-06:002011-02-25T20:22:38.889-06:00Time Period<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This world;<br />
I hate to say it -<br />
but its going to hell<br />
<br />
this time period<br />
is so advanced<br />
its hard to compete<br />
<br />
and the things we are building<br />
the technology<br />
is better than us<br />
we created something bigger than us<br />
<br />
I'd like myself better,<br />
if I was born into the correct time period<br />
maybe i belong in the past?<br />
Where it would be old fashioned<br />
more modesty<br />
and when songs were descent<br />
and weren't including getting high<br />
or having sex<br />
<br />
maybe I'd like myself better<br />
in the future<br />
where no one was lesser than anyone else<br />
and all the low life creeps<br />
wouldn't live in it<br />
(survival of the fitest, sweetheart)<br />
<br />
maybe I'd like myself better<br />
if there were more people<br />
that didn't think they were judges<br />
because the people<br />
born in this time period <br />
are the people who make it suck<br />
<br />
no one's perfect; don't need to<br />
tell me that twice<br />
but maybe the life i'm living would be better...<br />
maybe this time period would be better<br />
if every person took a minute to think<br />
am I making someone else's life harder to live?<br />
<br />
If the answer's yes -<br />
how about you change that?</div>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-54880714271530682532011-02-18T16:44:00.000-06:002011-02-18T16:44:00.088-06:00Its all I wantIts all I want<br />
Its all I had<br />
Its all I lost <br />
It all I have to gain<br />
Its love<br />
<br />
love<br />
the thing he doesn't believe in<br />
the romance<br />
the seriousness<br />
its all i crave <br />
love<br />
<br />
no one can understand<br />
or comprehend<br />
or even break it down<br />
to their knowledge<br />
<br />
to know how bad<br />
I want him<br />
to give me a kiss<br />
it can be as awkward as he likes<br />
just a peck<br />
even if he actually misses <br />
my mouth<br />
I'd love that he attempted<br />
<br />
I don't need anything<br />
you know... <em>sexual</em>?<br />
(HAHA i felt awkward typing that)<br />
<br />
I just want someone to <br />
love<br />
kiss<br />
and cuddle :)<br />
seriously....<br />
<br />
Its all i want - the love<br />
Its all I had - the love<br />
Its all i lost - the love<br />
and all i have to gain is love<br />
<br />
I want all of his awkwardness<br />
I want his odd thoughts<br />
I want his personality<br />
I want him...<br />
Its all I wantThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-66475105816968774412011-02-16T19:37:00.000-06:002011-02-16T19:37:41.519-06:00I'm going to convince himSo I've been talking to this boy<br />
And he's been giving me the butterflies<br />
And I love it<br />
<br />
But I need to convince him that there is such a thing as love<br />
... Because he doesn't believe in it<br />
<br />
But like I'm really serious about convincing him<br />
And I don't know why....<br />
But like he's totally worth my time<br />
I love talking to him<br />
<br />
And I have the sense that there is <br />
So much more complexity to him<br />
Than he's letting on<br />
<br />
Do I want him to believe in love?<br />
Because I want him to love me?<br />
Do I want him to believe in love?<br />
So that I can love him...<br />
Or<br />
Do I want him to believe in love?<br />
Because he deserves to have love in his life<br />
<br />
I don't know him all that well <br />
To be honest<br />
But he is someone I want to know<br />
I don't really know if there's a little<br />
Hint of affection between us<br />
Or if I just admire his words<br />
I have a hard time telling the difference<br />
Because I romanticize everything<br />
<br />
I'm going to convince him<br />
That he can love<br />
I don't know how<br />
And I don't know when<br />
But I will try<br />
And I hope<br />
I will succeed<br />
<br />
I love talking to him<br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I love the butterflies</span>This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-72768520703600149182011-02-16T19:25:00.000-06:002011-02-16T19:25:16.984-06:00BLAHI'm sick...<br />
So I'm VERY sick at home not allowed <br />
to go back to school until Friday -.-<br />
and i have pnemonia, bronchitus<br />
severe sinus infection,<br />
and double ear infection<br />
<br />
and I'm laying half- dead on my couch<br />
(yesterday I was in the hosptial)<br />
and all I can do is stay in bed<br />
eat oatmeal<br />
and drink hot chocolate<br />
or atleast thats all I'm chosing to do<br />
<br />
so I decide to go on the internet<br />
and im just browsing the internet<br />
and see a gross disturbing add<br />
which makes my stomach turn<br />
so I log off<br />
<br />
then I'm trying to<br />
figure out how to use my new inhaler<br />
cus of my bronchitus and pnemoia<br />
yeah, I'm pretty sure I over dosed on that<br />
<br />
then my stupid nose spray<br />
made me sneeze for like five minutes straight<br />
<br />
my pill is so big<br />
I could choke on it<br />
<br />
but anyways I just wanted to complain<br />
and I hope no one wasted their time reading this...<br />
but if you did<br />
you are a good person <br />
but you need to get a life<br />
HAHAHAThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-11210098061168622442011-02-08T14:45:00.000-06:002011-02-08T14:45:30.899-06:00Little GirlOh darling, oh little girl<br />
why do you feel so lonely in this large world<br />
little girl yet you are here<br />
your actions make things unclear<br />
your appearance<br />
still young<br />
but your actions are younger<br />
turn around and talk no truth<br />
maybe intentionally so I can hear<br />
but little girl its not me but you who is lost in this large world<br />
<br />
for you are the one who is immature<br />
talking about me like I have no clue<br />
but the point of this is<br />
you must not have anything better to do<br />
so I don't mind, entertain yourself<br />
and claim things of false to be true<br />
but just no when you turn around to talk<br />
know that karma will switch on youThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-48778179470496689302011-02-03T08:58:00.000-06:002011-02-03T08:58:21.681-06:00Lost CauseNot going to fight this <br />
insanely wonderful-overwhelming- tingle<br />
I feel in my blood, in my body,<br />
in my soul when you are around<br />
<br />
how you look at me with the look of<br />
<em>I know you are going to tell me so just tell me already!</em><br />
Gives me a smile on my face that I can't resist<br />
<br />
and when you look at me and your pupils enlarge<br />
my eyes get locked on yours<br />
and I can't look away until your stare diminishes<br />
<br />
And when you smile<br />
I can't help but be happy<br />
in every possible way<br />
<br />
And when you sing<br />
although you think you sound bad<br />
I wish you were singing to me<br />
and I tell you to stop<br />
(because I know you're not singing to me)<br />
<br />
So I'm just this lost cause<br />
and there's no cure<br />
for the broken heart<br />
shattered heart<br />
that I will eventually receive<br />
but until then<br />
I live on hope, I live on faith<br />
I live on my dreams<br />
I live off of the prayers<br />
that maybe one day<br />
I won't be lost anymore<br />
and maybe one day<br />
I'll be more reassured that <br />
I won't be a lost cause<br />
and may be<br />
you will find meThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-26456276456580854842011-02-01T14:24:00.000-06:002011-02-01T14:24:01.999-06:00My letterDear __________,<br />
Why is it that I try to convince myself of this one lie repeatedly over and over again: That I care affectionately for you no longer. I believe I do it for both of us, maybe so i don't cause problems in your life, or so I don't appear pathetic, or maybe because I'm scared of the fact that since October 17 I fell hopelessly for you. and since November 1 I fell in love with you. Maybe that's why. Maybe I'm scared because I'm younger. Maybe I'm too hopeful for this beautiful yet hateful world we are living in. You imtimidated me because I felt important to someone outside of my family.I felt loved, REALLY loved for the first time... and I reciprocated that. I never had loved anyone - ever. Maybe my life was just going away... really and once I left I didn't want you to feel as if you had to hold on or wait for me to return, because someone else deserves your love - and you deserve more love than anyone i know. Maybe i have a secret, that no one knows and I didn't know if you were going to be drawn in, and I cared too much to allow that to happen to you. maybe I felt awful that I wasn't as good as you. Maybe I was afraid of your views, of your free spirit. How you made me feel like I was on top of the world. All these feelings were good. too good. and it threw me off, because it was the best it had ever been. But I just want to tell you, no matter what, no matter who in this world tries to interfere, or how many times people tell me no, I'll know only you can affect my future... but no one can affect my past. And all i know know, is that I want to love you forever grow old with you and die with you.This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-57649087848016256882011-01-31T20:06:00.000-06:002011-01-31T20:06:59.164-06:00My romanticized worldI'll allow something happy inside<br />
I'll put up a wall to keep out the darkness<br />
I need to shine...<br />
<br />
I need to feel the warmth<br />
get away from the coldness<br />
<br />
I need to allow my heart to feel bliss<br />
my soul to be free<br />
escape this world<br />
and create a romanticized world<br />
<br />
one where every one's purpose is known<br />
and everyone believes in themselves<br />
self- esteem isn't a problem<br />
where everyone believes in true love<br />
hatred is rarely found<br />
currency is forgotten<br />
and stereotypes disappear<br />
everything happens for a reason<br />
people think positive<br />
every one's excepted<br />
every one's loved<br />
every one's included<br />
and where dream's really do come true<br />
<br />
... but this world doesn't exist<br />
but as soon as I close my blue eyes<br />
and every time I fall asleep<br />
this is the place where i can let my guard down<br />
<br />
this is the place that i can feel blissfully happy<br />
along with everyone surrounding me<br />
and this may be my silly youthful romanticized world<br />
<br />
... but wouldn't you care to join me?This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-54156693138296150862011-01-27T20:02:00.000-06:002011-01-29T18:07:59.602-06:00TrafficWe see traffic<br />
coming up ahead<br />
Turn on the news<br />
Its all the talk<br />
the 'accident'<br />
<br />
We're gonna need patience<br />
to make it past this<br />
its gonna take some time<br />
<br />
i'm sure neither one of them wanted the cost<br />
but now<br />
all that is left to do<br />
is fix it<br />
let's not have a hit and run<br />
<br />
and she's gonna tell you<br />
to drive up on the break down lane<br />
cut through, its easier<br />
and she's gonna say I'm a road block in the way<br />
and she's going to try to find a detour for you<br />
but little does she know<br />
lifes a one way street<br />
with a dead end<br />
leading you to me<br />
<br />
So let's go back to what she was saying<br />
the choice may be <em>easier</em> and tempting<br />
but sure...<br />
is it worth the regret of a ticket in the end? <br />
Trust me<br />
someone will pull you over in the end<br />
and make sure you're sober<br />
because of your stupid decision...<br />
<br />
because let's face it<br />
she's not better than me<br />
<br />
.... but then there's always time <br />
to take a U-TURN<br />
and come back aroundThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-24313723140011770962011-01-24T15:42:00.000-06:002011-01-24T15:42:13.329-06:00once a ladylooking in the mirror<br />
angry at the tears<br />
that I allowed myself to cry<br />
why<br />
does it always seem to catch up with me now<br />
I was ahead of the game not to long ago<br />
<br />
but now I'm falling behind<br />
get off the track<br />
take some time<br />
<br />
to let the tears roll down<br />
let the love shine<br />
in<br />
if theres any left <br />
<br />
Stupid boy<br />
you don't love at all<br />
so don't claim you have it with me<br />
<br />
confused boy why you bringing me down with you?<br />
i'm a second choice - and I refuse<br />
<br />
lets the tears roll down<br />
lets my thoughts of you<br />
leave<br />
go away<br />
with the rest of the pain you caused me<br />
<br />
and I hope life gives you hell<br />
as payback as to what you did to me<br />
<br />
my guard was down<br />
broken - heartened girl<br />
searching for anyone to love her<br />
<br />
not gonna settle for less<br />
not gonna settle for you<br />
i'm not a second choice i refuse<br />
<br />
once a lady<br />
broken down to a girl<br />
helpless<br />
in this lying world<br />
<br />
so let the tears roll down <br />
let the sun shine in<br />
once a lady<br />
broken down to a girl<br />
im growing up again<br />
<br />
*** this i a song i wrote***This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-22560877375985397612011-01-24T15:28:00.000-06:002011-01-24T15:28:58.395-06:00Promises are being kept a secretPromises;<br />
promises...<br />
how i define it :<br />
a commitment one puts on him/heself for all eternity<br />
<br />
this definition should be changed<br />
no one keeps a promise for all eternity,<br />
at least not an important one<br />
<br />
and in this world we live off of promises<br />
as one can imagine<br />
one can make soemones day<br />
but promises are seldom and rarely kept,<br />
which isn't usually bothersome<br />
unless the most important thing to you <br />
was a promise...<br />
<br />
and I'll remember when the promise took place <br />
where it took place<br />
and how it was brought up<br />
but<br />
i'll remember just as clearly<br />
as to how that promise, that dream<br />
was shattered into a million lies<br />
<br />
and I'll remember how I swore never to let anyone<br />
promise me anything ever again like that<br />
or how i relied on that promise<br />
or how I saw the world differently after you said that,<br />
and after you swore you meant that<br />
<br />
this promise<br />
these promises<br />
are all covering the<br />
secrets of reality<br />
that promises are going to be broken<br />
and sure no one should break a promise...<br />
but who's going to stop it from happening?<br />
Promises, are being kept a secretThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-62324499003370404552011-01-20T12:04:00.000-06:002011-01-20T12:04:07.868-06:00go aheadgo ahead<br />
and live your life<br />
make yourself happy<br />
please?<br />
anything you want<br />
anything you need<br />
i'm here<br />
i'll help<br />
<br />
so i deserved it<br />
deserved the lonliness<br />
the cruelness<br />
notice* how i said deserv<strong>ed</strong><br />
past tense.<br />
<br />
I don't anymore<br />
i deserve love right now<br />
and everyone's trying to<br />
give it to me<br />
and I won't except it from anyone<br />
but you<br />
so until you love me again for atleast<br />
two seconds<br />
I'm incapable of loving anyone else<br />
<br />
so i deserved the lonliness <br />
the cruelness<br />
<br />
but this torture<br />
is slowly killing me<br />
this torture<br />
is murderThis is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7072183652283291063.post-26868469515058865862011-01-17T18:10:00.000-06:002011-01-17T18:10:23.383-06:00it was perfectSo i can officially stand up for myself<br />
and decide to not let him play me <br />
because I'm not an instrument<br />
or a video game, or a sport<br />
so no - i refused to be played<br />
<br />
So today<br />
let's just say<br />
i got hooked on some one else :)<br />
<br />
Haha life is soo good :)<br />
ok i'm to gittery to type soo<br />
i'm gonna go now<br />
love you <333<br />
vye ;)This is my Secrethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17373424786355423691noreply@blogger.com0