Don't tell me you'll never leave me if you're already packing
Don't tell me "You're the one" if SHE's coming over later
And don't tell me you hate me, when I tell you I never really cared


Love?(From my English homework...)Love?
....I left a letter under his door today... I doubt he'll even read it. The flames from his fireplace will consume it before he even thinks twice about reading it. After seeing the return address that I printed so neatly in the upper left-hand corner, I could only guess that he's thinking I still want him...need him. If he is, he's wrong. The letter I left was short. Simple. Yet it meant so much, while saying very little. "Don't tell me you love me, if you're just going to take it back later. Don't tell me you'll never leave me, if you're already packing. Don't tell me "You're
rawr.

IronyNervous and shy, i walk towards him. He sees me and smiles that wonderful smile that makes my heart stop. Self-conciously, I look into his eyes. all my anxioty vanishes. i close my eyes and etch the face of an angel into my mind... the face i'm looking at. i dont see anything but him as he fills my mind. i open my eyes to make sure hes still really there. he is. i cant believe it. he sees the astonishment in my eyes and lifts my head to his till were nose-to-nose. i can smell his sweet breath, warm and real, sweeping softly across the contoures of my face. i can feel myself slipping through. melting at his feet. he whispers to me that he loveIrony
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Fates grasp upon us. Is the only thing that keeps us going.
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Why am I always forced to watch life pass me by, while I see it by a reflection from out the window...?
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