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| why this,
couldnt you have just punched me, kicked me, anything besides this.
anything would feel better than this
broken heart
why not me
cant we just start over
how can it be
is it all over
why cant i be
the one u love
the one u want
why....
ill love u back
with all my heart
so why.....
why isnt it me
hmm, just wrote that. freestyle, and it doesnt flow but its exactly how i feel. what could feel worse than having someone for years, and to be told your not the one they love anymore. | | |
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eyes black
from the fears
face wet
from the tears
cut wrists
from the pain
heart broke
from the slain
the knifes here
in my hand
not able to fight
my hurts demand
so there it goes
strait through my chest
knowing im a prisoner
of my pains arrest
my broken heart
has finially stopped
my aching body
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ever since we were kids, i knew for some reason, you would be the one. the one that i would call to, the one i would cry on, the one i would spend the rest of my life with. the first time are eyes met, my attention has not moved. its always on you. we grew up together and shared good and bad times. you were always there for me even when i was with another, and broke your heart in two. somehow you always knew i would return back into your arms. i always have, and always will. i should never have left in the first place. no one could fill my heart better than you. sometimes we will loose eachother, but always remember, it is only for a while. are souls are connected and can never be part. and during that time that they are, they are lost and searching for the only one that fits them. i love you so much more than anything else. i would die a thousand deaths, swim the deepest ocean, wonder in the widdest desert to see your face. how could i love another when your here. i would trade everything i own, to make you happy. i would shed a million tears so you dont have to shed any. i would die the most horrible death and it would be all worth it to see your face one last time. i love you and you know that more than anything.
hey hey hey, guess whos back............................................................. Jessica! yaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. hahaha, i wont be updating as much as i used to but i will try. i wrote that ^ i have always dreamed of writing a book, and i think i might just do so. just read it and dont spaz out about the spelling errors. just tell me what u think. take care yall
jessica | | |
| hey everyone. thank u all so much for ur comments, and subscriptions. i mean to comment back and to subscribe back and to update more but i am a so buisy. school just started and i have a lot of homework, and i am trying out for a singing group and show choir which if i make eigher my time will be full and completly buisy. i wanna make both cause it has alawy been my dream and now i can actually go for them and i have a chance to make it somewhere. it will help out a lot with my singing and i have a dreams and after years of waiting i can do them, and i cant let these opertunities just let me pass by. i am so sorry, but i prolly wont be able to update or comment back in a long long time. i will do my best tho. once again i am sorry, and honestly i am getting sick of the xanga thing. i dont know, its just with comment. people always judge u by how many comments u get, and that is wrong. i would try to get a lot of comments so people would be inpressed but i am so sick of trying to impress people. i honesly also have to get some thing is order. i am trying to focus more on God than on anything else. i am trying to make that the main priority. its just so important i cant even say. you have to be ready cause God promised u so much stuff, but He never promised tomoro. well, thank u all so much for ur comments, and just talking to u all on aim, i loved it. i just need to do other things for the time being. feel free to talk to me anytime tho. my aim is GuitarC007. i love to hear from u all. so everyone take care, untill next time. | | |
| hey hey hey! well, thank u all so much for your comments. they really do mean a lot to me and i will do my best to comment back. well, it will be a lot harder once school starts on monday.  but this has prolly been the best summer ever. i had wonderful friends to spend time with and i had my first love even tho it didnt work out, it was amazing while it lasted, and a relationship i will never foreget, enen tho it hurt and still hurts so bad, it was great while it lasted and well, i guess it even got me more into writing poetry which i love, it enspired me to write, cause of how my he hurt me, and now its something i wanna pursue in. i should thank him for hurting me so increbibly bad. hahhaha, or not. he let me borrow his sweet shirt while we were going out and once we broke up he asked for it back, which was a real insencitive thing to do, and i still have it. hahahha, i dont wanna give it back. i should but..... i dont wanna. hahaha, well, here is a poem i wrote. i dont think it is very good tho. i am just going thro a thing that i dont feel good about myself. it just seems like i am not good enough with everything i do. i am not good enough of a poet, or a singer, or a guitar player, and i am not pretty enough and not smart enough and somehow always dissiapoint everyone. hmmm o well, ill get over it.
yeah.... i wouldnt blame u if u didnt read all of that, but o well. i would really like it if u did, but at least read the poem and tell me what u think
unfair death
looking around
everyone dressed in black
heads pointed down
wishing he was back
with every fallen tear
wetting the ground
is another hurting fear
because he is not to be found
everyone takeing blame
of his unfair death
there hearts full of shame
hardly able to take another breath
he just went out for a drive
if he wouldnt have gone
he would still be alive
on that horrible night
he was doing what was right
he stoped at the sign
thinking everything was fine
untill he saw bright head lights
his heart full of fright
he kept his promise to never drink
but was hit by a drunk
he didnt even have a chance to think
while his body was being thrown into the tree trunk
a slow death he died
with his family by his side
there was nothing they could do
looking at him in pain
the more there hurt grew
"i love you all"
was the last thing he would say
because he died that morning
not even able to see the next day
it just wasnt fair
all who knew the guy
there hearts have a tear
he shouldnt have been the one to die
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