| I know i'm not perfect. I may just be another girl on the internet. So my writing isn't breath-taking. So you may forget all about me when you find another link. So what if i'm just a few words. But, these few words? These are the truth. I will never ever let you down. Who ever you are, whatever you need, i am here. I PROMISE. |
I promise.
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The boy in the corridor.Strong body,The boy in the corridor.
Wide shoulders, Long legs, Tight abs.
Dancer's grace, Cocky attitude, City boy, Funny guy.
Tiny bag,
Smart trousers, Burton's shoes, Baggy hoody.
Big hands, Cute smile, Blue eyes, Soft lips.
Sixteen things. One second.
I remember them. Even now.
Time changed. Love grew. Difference now? You have my heart.
by ~girlinlove-93
English Corridor. - Hers.Media Studies. More episodes of Friends. Another Wednesday morning. Yawn.English Corridor. - Hers.
Bell goes. Sheets in folders. Blazer on. Scarf on, tied up. Grab bag.
Pick up folder. Tuck chair in. Throw folder in grey box. Race for the door. Pull it open. 3 steps.
Outside my next lesson. English. Great. Another person's poetry. Not mine. Not yet.
Not published.
Best friend. I missed you!!
Jokes from yesterday Repeated again. Laughter tumbles from my lips. Falling over, Hit someone.
by ~girlinlove-93
English Corridor. - His.There's alot of yelling, Coloured noticeboards, Smartly dressed women And midget children.English Corridor. - His.
Blur of voices, and my bearded guide Telling me how boring English is. Great.
More and more people gather Around this pale brown door. Pushing, shoving, jostling. Laughter erupts, Just below my shoulder. I look down.
New boy? Gets asked. Great title that, huh? Gary says beardie. Harry?
Gary, i say. Found my voice.
Looking down i see the girl With the voice and crap hearing. S
by ~girlinlove-93
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Nom nom kittyby *ideea
The Blossom Tree.I think you'll find, that In the breath of night,The Blossom Tree.
He's scribbling love letters by the moonlit stream.
And she's finding them on her windowsill, Layered with the dew of the new day at sunrise.
Throughout the hours of sunlit skies,
They're counting the droning moments in mourning -
For too many heartbeats lie inbetween their breathless kisses; More time to miss, ache, wither.
They're running through the darkness, sure with each step For each grass they tread brings their hearts closer to home.
The blossom tree branches welcome them with their
by ~AmaviAmare
it wasn't your fault-part 1i can hear your screams, and i can see you writhing, punching, biting, kick-it wasn't your fault-part 1
ing, anything to push him away. i can see the anger in his eyes
and i can hear the cruelty in his voice when
he laughs at you beg-
ging him to stop. i can feel the the pain of your skin tearing as he
forces himself in- side you. i can see your end- less crying and his
inability to stop himself. i can see him leaving you there
to wallow in the pain alone. i can see his truck drive away, no
sign
by ~runforyourlife24
Tough.You know what I'm gonna do?Tough.
I'm going to scream my lungs out; that's right, Until the fire burns more potent than ever before. Until I can hear the mountains in the distance crack
and feel them tumble violently to the ground.
I'm going to throw my arms up in the air, And curse every name under the sun and address it to you.
I'll run until my legs give way, and push on harder,
Until I can't go no more. Must go further. And I won't bother to look back.
I'll rip off the leaves of the willow trees, and the pretty wings off of butterflies And watc
by ~AmaviAmare
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| So, my hair's cut differently now, and my smile's a little bigger and my personality is a little more colourful, but this in a nutshell, is Girlinlove93. Or maybe, not so girl in love. |
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- Interests: Writing and Reading
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge
- Favourite band or musician: Colbie Calliat
- Favourite genre of music: Country
- Favourite artist: Victoria Frances
- Favourite poet or writer: W.H.Auden
- Favourite photographer: Steve
- Favourite style of art: Gothic
- MP3 player of choice: Zen:Creative
- Wallpaper of choice: Forests.
- Skin of choice: Err..Mine?
- Favourite game: LadyBugGame.
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Scooby Doo
- Personal Quote: If you could write anything on the stars, what would it be?
- Tools of the Trade: Pen
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I could have a witty or philosophical comment here.
Instead, I'll say Hi.
Hi.
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Ashley--slowlydies~
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Ashley--slowlydies~
It's a little surprise for my boyfriend to let him know I only love him.
You take a peace of paper, and write 'Catherine only loves Maarten' on it, in your own national language.
You can write it, type it, paint it,...whatever you like!
When i have like 25 artworks, you will be in the "special thanks to:" on my journal.
Just post the picture on your profile and send me a note.
Thankyou!
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Tell me with your bare hands what love is
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Wake up. It's a new day. Surely it's better today than yesterday. Dry your eyes little one. Find that special place in your soul. It's gonna be okay. You can smile now.
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Tell me with your bare hands what love is
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Wake up. It's a new day. Surely it's better today than yesterday. Dry your eyes little one. Find that special place in your soul. It's gonna be okay. You can smile now.
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Wake up. It's a new day. Surely it's better today than yesterday. Dry your eyes little one. Find that special place in your soul. It's gonna be okay. You can smile now.
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