March 2010
February 2010
“everything could be everything, if only we were older.”
Why do I have pictures of you if I don’t even know who you are anymore?
Don’t blame me for walking away if you weren’t even begging me to stay.
“I am good, but I am not an angel. I sin, but I am not the devil. I am pretty,...”
– Marilyn Monroe
I remember what you wore on that first day. Everything you do and words you say, do you know that it all takes my breath away?
“worry about your character, not your reputation. your character is who you are,...”
don’t say you love me, unless you mean it; cause i might do something crazy and believe it.
I act like shit don’t phase me, Inside it drives me crazy; My insecurities could eat me alive.
Come break me down, bury me, bury me, I am finished with you. Look in my eyes, you’re killing me, killing me, all I wanted was you.
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It’s like meeting the man of your dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife. And isn’t it ironic, don’t you think? A little too ironic, I really do think..
If we were blind and had no choice, would we hate each other by the tone of our voice?
A guy who truly loves his girl doesn’t need to unbutton her shirt to have a better view of her heart.
Time heals all wounds.
Time heals all wounds.
I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not here to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I.
