

My Boyfriend After SchoolPicking up my pen I think of his face lit up by the sweet smile, his long black air partly covering his face and eyes, his brown eyes brightened and caramel color.My Boyfriend After School
Picking up my pen I think of similar memories, those times in his darkened room when the night was falling and the only light was from tv and computer screens, shining on the side of his face, his sleepy eye intent on the xbox game on the screen, while I watched the game also.
Picking up my pen &n


HurtI'm hurting, For once it's me who's hurting. Not him.Hurt
Today started out bad, Got worse as we talked on AIM.
Today got better, We talked, We made up.
The night was a perfect end,
But it had to be spoiled,
As always.
The truth unfolded. And now, I'm sitting here
At my desk, Writing this, Wishing Ihad tears falling down.
This is an appropriate time to cry, But it always seems like when I want to cry, I never can.
I'm sad now, the night is ruined. I won't sleep well, I'll


My PunishmentI deserve a punishment. I'm not good to my boyfriend. I'm not goo for him. The perfect punishment, what i need is a doll in his place. Something I can learnMy Punishment
to give my love to
because of what i have to offer.
Not purely because of what he gives me.
I jsut need ot learn how to love, to return random acts of kindness Cuddles Kisses Love. I need
a shoulder to cry on, an ear to bitch to, jsut for a littel bit
I need those thigns.
And then I can get a boyfriend. I have ther perfect boyfriend.
I jsut need friends I can spi


Don't SpeakDon't open your mouth And make those words come out, I will be fine If you just keep your lips shut.Don't Speak
Don't try to approah it, I can take it If you just keep your lips shut.
You can do what you want, Just don't let me know. I can deal If you just keep your lips shut.
What I don't know can't Hurt me.
What I don't know Can't destroy me.
Go ahead, Let yourself give in to pleasure.
Just don't let me catch on.
If I find out, I die -
Inside.
Then next thing you notice
I'm not her
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Devious Comments
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Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
death before my eyes
lying next to me i fear...
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Dancers are the athletes of God.
I want u back in a good place
I love ur writing its, awesome!
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