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We fight You shout I storm off We disagree You fail to see I fail to listen We argue You sigh I cry But ...
Jeg elsker dig, måske. Jeg kender dig ikke, vi har chattet og mødtes en weekend. Alligevel presser du på for mere, jeg er nem at overtale. På trods af at du ligger i skilsmisse, 10 år ældre.
I haven't written in a while and It's not that I've had nothing to say It's because I have grown to neglect and reject the way I feel, Instead of injecting and reflecting the mix of confusion...
Outside lives a man with a smile that brightens up a room, yet inside hides a boy with a frown full of dispair.
Personal- if you don't actually know me this wont be too interesting. Just a very sleepy note to a friend.
You always loved things that glittered But I was far from being gold. I didn't have a perfect story, But my tale you told. When all is said and done, I'd never count the cost.
I already know that I'm awesome. I addressed this in a previous blog lol. But guys I didn't realize how strong my magical powers are. (I have powers because of my extreme awesomeness).
Trouble is as trouble does. Trouble is I have trouble enough. Trouble doubled when dealing in love. Is troubling when doubled because. A trouble doubled is a trouble too much.
Sometimes I get you I threw my hands in the air Sometimes I don't understand I asked him to show me something Sometimes I love you He said if you dare...
i like him but i don't know him i love him but i don't like him i can't and i don't want to but i love him it's a complicated type of love the type of love that is twisted and unforgettable the like...
#opussweeklychallenge. Loving you comes easy. It's the leaving that is hard. We never needed words. That could have graced a soppy card. We're in no way together. It doesn't hurt when we're apart.
You break me, You take me, But you make me what I am. You touch me, Too much for me, I clutch what's left to damn. Dependant, Defendant, You lend your strength, I take.
The story rages on. Yesterday morning I sat on the couch in my dad's office, when Paul sent a text to the group conversation with me, Heather, and Sally. It was a picture.
My mischievous madam. My vision of pure lust. My elixir and my poison. The only one I trust. The keeper of my light. The one I dance with in the dark. The one who makes it all seem right.
He smiles at me from far away. He laughs at my strange jokes which I end up including in my talk for nonsense reasons. He listens to love songs when I'm around. He stands up for me.
Please, it's really not your fault Sometimes I'm just difficult And there's complications too You know that just as well as I do Boundaries we can't cross Although sometimes we've been lost...
I told you you don't love her. And I said she won't love you. I said lust was all, and I was right. I know what I said was true. Now I'm with this boy. Who thinks he may love me.
In the throws of passion. Anything can happen. You learn and grow. And make friend, foe. Never once question. This sexual suggestion. It was in your mind. So you must have wanted it at the time.
He comes to us with his story. His brown eyes say not to worry. The tapestry of truth he weaves. Is laced with lies designed to deceive. Only I know him well enough. To see when he's being dishonest.
I need a woman that has as many sides as me. A lady in the streets and a G only when she has to be. See my woman has to make me better while still making me believe I'll never be good enough.
Maybe I'm using you to get over him. And maybe it's working.. But after my last love mishap, I don't fall hard for anyone anymore, I'm surprised I haven't fell hard for you yet...
Try to stay above it all Feelings are messy Complicated I don't need those Foreign and strange But maybe it wouldn't be so bad I want it now Not strange and foreign I want it close to me I want to...
'I really don't know how much more of this I can take...
You thought you knew me, but in fact you were so wrong. It's a surprise to me that it has taken you so long. To see right through me, see who I really am.