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Friday, April 29, 2005


   what to do...
I am, not liking my boyfriend at all. Hes too touchy and show-offy I want to cut it with him. I mean, hes nice and all, I just don't like him that much. So, its over, end of story. That didn't last long did it? ><
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My angel
I look into a mirror,
to her on the other side.
I start wonder,
"Am I real? Or, is she real?"
Terrifide, I shatter the glass,
to pieces too sharp to pickup,
too, small to matter.

Still, I see her staring back at me.
Watching, wanting....longing.
Longing for what?
Longing for who...and why?
I can see her in my dreams,
when I look onto the mirror.

Then, I realize it's not a dream.
I do not sleep.
I do not wake.
Then shes real.
Or am I fake?
What is this place I have called home?
What is this thing called life?

I am engulfed into the darkness,
but a single light shines.
It's her.
Why is it her?
It's always her,
My angel.

by: ME!!!!!

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LALAS!!! AJ

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