[glow=red,2,300]I'm guessing this is as good a place as any to put up some of my stuff.... ;D[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Like i said these are old...[/glow]
[glow=teal,2,300]Ok... Ok... I take it you're mad, I completely understand why, How could he simply pass you by, But stand and look at her again & again?
He deserves better We both know that Why would he want someone Who doesn't have a care Whether she braeks a heart or two Why does he love her?
He can't see past what he doesn't know If he only knew her His head would blow He would blame himself for the pain she's caused He would be torn to pieces Burned & scarred
But he will never know what he can't see the pain she causes to everyone she meets No one can stand her and this is the truth Only suffering can come from you two.
Blind is what you are As to see right through everything she is You think she's all sweet & innocent But, That's far from everything she is.
You're so far from everywhere you think you are She's taken away your soul You can't do anything with out her by yourside Or can you?
You'll never know what true love is If you stand on the sidelines It'll just pass you by
You can't be afraid to jump in the game You might be hurt a little But if you conquer your fears You might win the gameball The one your meant to be with.
[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]You'll just have to live with this for now until I find my other stuff [/glow]
You hold the answer deep within your own mind. Consciously you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind words. Whenver something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there.
You hold the answer deep within your own mind. Consciously you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind words. Whenver something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there.
You hold the answer deep within your own mind. Consciously you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind words. Whenver something is too unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory, but the imprint is always there.