Friday, October 14, 2005

   Love?

__________________________________ i finished meh homework! i just found out that liz likes *enter persons name that i like here*...thats...cute...? dont get me wrong...*enter persons name that i like here* is really...really...REALLY...cool and good-looking (kinda smart too ^-^). and shes not bad looking herself...but *pokes fingers together* i think i have a better shot than she does. im friends with him, and hes really cool and he might like me to. (im hoping anyways) well, ive noticed that actions are his way of flirting and he's always flirting with me. (the reason i wont say his name is because people from my school might be reading this) he always invites me over his house with his other friend *enter name of his best friend here* and wants to call me and stuff... well...anyway...ill stop talking about it now, i cant keep going on, except...maybe i was wrong...she might have the bigger chance... --Hopeless fool-- _________________________________________________________________ Deep underground, I kept digging a hole. Without knowing where it would lead. With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand, I search for your arm. Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it. I was crushed by your strength. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings. See, I can flutter better than you thought. The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon. Where will it take seed and blossom? The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home. And steal my eyes away from me. Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you, I believed I could become your true hiding place. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony. See, I can flutter better than you thought. If you can’t hear me, even though I scream, I want you to destroy me with your own hands. While you can still hold me dear. Your arms that hold me back. Turn into a gentle dust. I simply stare at the sky, silently. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn wings. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. See, I can flutter better than you though.

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