Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied?
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I
Wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Through this world I've stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word to find
The truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive
And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
And after I
Wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
Into this night I wander
It's morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won't be denied
Everyday passes and I've found a little more about myself, and I can't seem to get lost within the crowd. I get lost within my own mind. I don't let people in but I tell them everything. I don't know why?
I'm nearly 17 and still I can't be with anyone. My troubled past, and troubled heart make it difficult for me to speak to anyone but to write it out I can. It's easier that way, no one can see you, no one knows you and probably will never meet you. If they do, what proof do they have that it is really you? Will they even know it's you?
I'm going to be 17 soon and I hate everything I've become and will hate myself for letting things get so ******** up for me. I am the black sheep in my family, because I'm the only one in my house that doesn't fit in with a group of misfits. My strange old face, and I'm thinking about those days.
I'm almost 17 and I'm still a virgin. I can't wait 'til I can finally be with my Doll. I can't wait 'til I can call him my first. I can't wait to show him how much I love him. We've been together for over a year and we've come so close. He's put up with more then he's had to because I'm not the most sane person, and I love him for that.
I'm 16 going on 17 and I need to do some more soul searching...
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