

This Crooked Line...In love with you, I fell, Fell face first on the ground. You weren't there to catch me. You just stood there, not helping, not caring.This Crooked Line...
A million times I show that I love you, And yet, you still don't see. How blind are you?
I was embarrassed enough When I said "I love you," You have already stabbed my heart. &nb


He Who Holds My HeartTo he who holds my heart, Who is but blind to my love, How can you not see? How can you not feel?He Who Holds My Heart
My love is nearly tangible, For you, and only you, And you still feel nothing, Not my love, not my heart.
Can you not see it in my eyes, Every time I look at you? Every time I touch you? My heart can take this pain no more.
And yet, it keeps beating, As if to hope you will finally see. To wish you to hear its steady cadence, Throbbing for you.
As if to cause me more pain, You turn to another, How can you feel her


Neighbors-2 Lethe opened the door to Mer's apartment with one of his many spare keys. He grinned like a child witha handfull of candy. As muck as Mer "hated" him, she had--unwillingly--agreed to lit him live with her as he had his own apartment renovted. "I'm home!" he called. He moved to the red leather couch, before leaping onto it. "Sadly," Mer's voice flowed from the kitchen. "Why do you have to be so mean? If you hate me, then why are you letting me stay here?" &nbNeighbors-2


Neighbors Lethe knocked on the apartment door, grinning. He heard Mer grumbling to herself as she moved to open the door from the other side. She opened the door and seeing who it was, slammed the door in his face. His smile broadened. "Oh, come on, Mer. You can't hate me thatmuch as to not let me into your home," he called though the door. "Oh, yes I can!" Mer yeller back. "I do not have to let you into my apartment!" He heard the sharp click of a lock. &nNeighbors
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I wish we could really meet each other, shake hands, sit somewhere on this beautiful planet drink good wine and hear each other laugh!!!!
Website... kinda: [link]
8D
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you're the only place that feels like home.
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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
And I haven't really had time to get on.. With high school and my sister hogging the computer all the time... But I'll find a way to get the computer back in my room lol
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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
I really appreciate it
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Silence is golden...but shouting's more fun.
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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
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Once you taste something wonderous, you crave it, you hunger for it. You NEED it. That is why I write, to fill the empty space within me. It is the same for artists, painters, and for anyone who loves what they are doing.
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