us teenage kids,
we mess up, break up, lie, cheat,
feel like the world is crashing down,
try to fill shoes way too big for us.
but one thing we're pretty good at
is hanging on.
it’s a cycle.
you smile at me.
you text me.
you flirt with me.
you make me fall for you in a matter of days.
then, y ou’re gone.
you act like an ass to me.
you won’t talk to me, answer my texts
or even look me in the eye.
so i give up. i move on.
or so i think,
until that cycle happens all over again.
I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY BOOBS, I WOULD SAY HEART BUT MY BOOBS ARE BIGGER.
your lips are like wine and i wanna get drunk.
i can't w8 2 rok u 2nite sexi ;o)
lets do what our parents told us not to.
Some Dreams Can Come True.
Some dreams can be magical but some dreams can come true and some can hurt.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Your the reason why.
your first reaction is that "girls are complicated".
but we're really not.
all we need is someone to take us for what we are
makeup free, in our sweats,
spoonfuls deep in a pint of ben && jerry's.
and when we say that's the last thing we want ?
we're lying.
he misses you ?
good, he should.
you’re cute, pretty, outgoing and fun to be around.
guys that haven’t met you yet, miss you.
but don’t get back together with him,
cause somewhere out there,
there is a guy searching really hard for you.
he’s the one that deserves someone amazing like you.
let him have it
and not the loser that left you.
she's sitting,
drowning in her tears on her bedroom floor.
her heart is broken, shattered,
lying in pieces all around her.
and she doesn't know where to turn.
because this time,
it wasn't some silly boy who broke her heart.
it was her best friend.
did you know that the heart has no pain receptors ?
so the next time someone breaks you heart,
move on.
your pain is just an illusion,
a temporary psychological disturbance
that you have to overcome.
in short, it's all in the mind.
she doesnt let the world know that she likes him.
she doesn't change completely around him.
she's just her,
and she just happens to always be thinking of him,
she won't be a slut and try to get him that way.
he can fall for her,
the real her, if he wants.
and if he doesn't,
it may hurt her,
but at least she will know he hates the real her.
he's the reason why i'm so screwed up now.
the reason why i can't remember
the last time i went through a day
without breaking down and crying.
the reason why i'm not happy.
i just don't feel good anymore.
every day i'm dragging myself through
as slowly as possible,
just so it can finally end and a new day begin.
i guess i just keep on hoping tomorrow
will be better than today.
and when it isn't,
i just keep on keeping on.
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