

The LieYou sent me a text once. I did it for you And I thought then that you meant, Just for me. But youd said it before Im almost positively sure. It wasnt just for me, It was more of a lure, A temptation, A play on words, I could never resist, I wish Id kept that text. Because now, Id take back the lie, And Id soak it all up, Because bearing the truth, Is just a little too much.The Lie


Defining a FriendJust the other day, in my Health Class, I was asked to define "Friendship" for an assignment. In nice, bold times new roman font the assignment overview asked me:Defining a Friend
"Define the following terms: Relationship. Friend. Love."
A Relationship I wrote in response, is a physical, emotional, or psycological attatchment to another person or persons. I read over my reply, and felt all warm inside, just because I'd pulled pretty much a dictionary definition out of nothingness. But a good vocabulary doesn't always make a good definition.
And so I thought about it a little more. What is a relationship? And then I decid
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The Things I'll Never Say....Sometimes I cry to prove I can. Sometimes I really need your hand.The Things I'll Never Say....
And even though my ego tells me to
be strong, I cannot do it all the time.
I'll tell you that I don't need help, But thats the thing I need the most.
I tell you that drugs get me through tough nights but really; its that picture of you.
I tell you that I hate love, that it just ruins
peoples lives..but thats truly because I'm jelous of the ones who have found Mr. Right.
I need someone to love me, and someday I'll find the courage to tell you.....
&nb
G L I T T E R
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"Do you really think you're going to be able to pick up all the pieces?"
"I don't have to pick them up! I'll replace them with my own!"
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"Do you really think you're going to be able to pick up all the pieces?"
"I don't have to pick them up! I'll replace them with my own!"
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head pillowed on my arm
such affection for myself
and this smoky moon
- Yosa Buson
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