Andrew & Drama.
So, Andrew & I started dating again. He & I are trying to work everything out & honestly, it seems different this time. It seems like we’re actually going to last.o: I hope so, I love that boy to death.
Stupid bitches are hating though & trying to ruin our happiness. I fucking hate the people in my town. Dear lord.
FMPL.
I will NEVER find a political candidate that I fully agree with.
I agree with Republicans on stuff like budgets & whatnot.
But I also agree with Gay Marriage, & Legalizing Marijuana..& I’m pro choice.
Fuck my political life! xD
Untitled. (Original Song)
she gave up on love at fifteen years old
after giving this boy her heart and soul
and when she could cry no more tears
she gave up on her fears
she waited on him for a year or two
finally accepted that they were through
and now she knows he’s not coming back
his feelings for her are lost in the past
her heart is forever tinted black
cause soul mates don’t always last.
one day she disappears
ran away to conquer her fears
letting them in, but not to her soul
her heart was given long ago
she brings her sin back to her home
her friends wonder where she did roam(sp?)
it made the pain fade for a while
but not enough to let her smile.
he wants to come home now, after five years
she laughs in his face, then dissolves into tears
hiding behind the door
it was what she’d been waiting for…
“so tell me now, baby, was it a dream?
or were you confused about what those words mean?”
“angel, i meant every word i said”
“you wouldn’t have noticed if i turned up dead”
she gave up her hope at 20 years old
turned her back on the man who matched her soul
and when she was done with her tears
she had conquered all her fears.
“Adam” (an original poem)
as i think of you less & less,
i see all the ways i’ve been blessed,
& as i turn away from those who left me behind,
i wonder why i wasted so much time
loving someone who couldn’t see
how much his love meant to me.
i’ve now forgotten your smile, your eyes, your voice,
but i still miss the love you left by choice.
i no longer envy her, but part of me wants to cry,
when i think of how close we were, before you said goodbye.