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How do I let you know. How can I make you see. Which words would say best, What you mean to me. Will they ever make sense. Where is my courage to say them.
Why did I fall head over heels in love with him. Why did I fall for him. Why did i start to fall for this guy. Why haven't I given up. Why can't I leave him behind. Why can't I stop loving him.
I look around half lost half aware. Feeling the almost non existent air. Repressed memories look at my face and stare. How dare, how dare. Fading love for those left there.
Oh God, What is that. Urgh, an alarm, Why did I set one of those. Urgh, roll over, roll over, Great.
In our house we have this book of Buddhist proverbs, with a new one for each day. Today's proverb was "Don't judge a horse by its saddle," and I found myself wondering what the fuck that meant.
I look at you and I want to cry. I don't want to see it. 'Heather looks so sweet today too... What am I thinking?. Damn. It's getting really hot. Crap. Am I blushing.
I woke up to the sound of cats fighting, my head thumping from the excess of beer I had the previous night.
Inspiration can come in several ways. Sometimes there's nothing for 3 or 4 days. No words or poems, no lyrics or rhymes. Though I look at my notepads hundreds of times.
It shouldn't be. He awoke And with that thought Went back to sleep again The dog however decided it was.
I sit here, silhouetted on my bed. I pull my brush through my lush, blonde hair, while I look in my mirror. I flash a smile, and keep brushing my hair. I run my fingers through my hair. Soft and...
What you don't see when you look at me. You don't see how I look at you. You dont see what I think of you. You don't see what's going through my head. You don't see how much you mean to me.
What you don't see when you look at me. You don't see how I look at you. You dont see what I think of you. You don't see what's going through my head. You don't see how much you mean to me.
Often I wish things were different. I don't have any actual regrets, life would just be easier if events played out in another way.
The lights were outside her window. They made the world bright again, at least in comparison to their pitch black surroundings.
I sat there, just staring out the window. I had gotten up specially for this, so I'd be prepared and wouldn't have to rush about in a panic. Well, the inevitable was soon to come, and the clock knew.
I'm sitting on a train platform, the sun can't make up its mind as to whether or not it wants to come out, although its out now and its very warm.
My pacing heart beats faster and faster. I hear it in my head as it echoes throughout my rib cage. I can't tell you. Why do you ask. You don't like me so why do you want to know.
This was all an excuse, I think. I was doing fine. I had a 93 average and I was holding my head above water. I had good friends and a loving family.
It's such an elusive thing. Fleeting. Sitting on the sofa watching the TV, you feel you eyelids start to droop and so take yourself to bed.
If you tell me I am stupid for thinking he is my true love, that I am wrong, go and find your own true love, the person that makes your heart truly soar, the person that is your other, better half,...
The thumping of a heartbeat, pounding vigorously into the chest - the ever-so-light trickle of sweat spontaneously erupting from the back of the hair - the sudden dryness of the mouth and looseness...
I don't know why my heart breaks when you talk to another girl. I don't know why I'm so stubborn to still like you. I don't know why you don't like me. I don't know why we aren't friends.
Night, at some point, makes you thoughtful. Darkness surrounds you, And you can't help but to close your eyes And think. Think about the day you just lived.