

I Have Three FriendsWhen I look at friends laughing together I can't help but be jealous I have a total of three friends All of which are online One, I am unconditionally in love with One who is absolutely amazing And one who will not talk to me I said one word One word that was like a bowling-ball Knocking down the pins And not staying behind to pick them up I said I was sorry I didn't mean it And I told her I'll try my hardestI Have Three Friends
To never hurt her again She said she forgives me But if she sends one of her friends to yell at me I don't think it's true The w


I'll Always love youI told you I love you I meant it as a friend But still You didn't say it back Because you don't say it to anyone We had a fight a few days ago Remember? I started it And I feel really bad When I told you I loved you It was my way of saying sorry But you only said oh So does that mean you don't forgive me? Does that mean If I were to die tonight You would not only be mad at me But you would also not love me? And I know I'm acting like a bitch right now But I do love you I love you a lot And I can't imagine living without youI'll Always love you


How I Finally Got MarriedHer hair has grown so long, and the ends have been dyed blond by the sun. I'm so tempted to just reach out and touch it, move it away from her face. No, I shouldn't; I can't. It would be too inappropriate, for this type of setting. I want to lean over and kiss her and have her be mine forever and forever. "Miss Bradley? Are you with us?" I look at the camera man and nod. "Good because we're on in 5, 4 " Then he holds up three fingers moving to two and then only one. Almost instantly after his last finger is down, the red lightsHow I Finally Got Married


You don't love meI wait Please call It's been an hour Another half an hour That's how long you get I pick up the phone And dial your number You answer saying you're busy I cry Telling you to just go then You hang up You never ask me If I'm okay You never ask me Why I'm crying You never beg me to stop Because my tears obviously don't bring you pain I love you so fucking much When will you return how I feel Sometimes It feels as if you don't even know I exist Like you don't even careYou don't love me
If I slash my wrists open If I place my h


When Did My Angel Die?I can fly, but I wanted his wings,When Did My Angel Die?
I wanted the light that he shone,
I wanted the love that he seemed to have,
the love that I never got, here all alone.
Grounded by my obsession, Flightless by my omissions, I looked to the air For my angel with heart-shaped wings.
When did my angel die? for it seems as if I could never find him,
No matter how hard I looked,
something always obscured him from me.
I wonder if I ever knew him at all. Did he visit me in my dreams, haunt me in my nightmares? Was he conjured from my desperate mind? &
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
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"I am but mad north-north west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw."
~Hamlet Act 2 Scene ii
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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"Shoot, coward. You're only going to kill a man." -Last words of Guevara.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. -E.L. Doctorow
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"When you say 'That's so gay' do you realize what you say? Knock it off!"
To Write Love On Her Arms
~Renee's story is now yours and mine~
We loved with a love that was more than love.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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"Shoot, coward. You're only going to kill a man." -Last words of Guevara.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. -E.L. Doctorow
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