tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47565745435892958512024-03-19T05:40:39.258-07:00This is the story of a girlIm a teeneage girl with alot to say.
My blog posts are mostly poems.
Everything I post is true.
It's how I feel.
Some of these actually happened to me.
I dont ask to be judged, just heard.
My life's not a sob story, just a dramatic oneMarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-66285496063679200272011-05-30T18:58:00.000-07:002011-05-30T19:25:44.581-07:00Welcome to show >;)<div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><a href="http://youtu.be/JrlnRZ-rwNo">http://youtu.be/JrlnRZ-rwNo</a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">^Click link and listen while reading</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5WoJpo3ld7Hiw7yjdOIN04ypL4H-_B7VVDdiGWz-05G0aDxwrrLs9TRmKU_4AOyfwybPXc5Q1WcPd9kLZv8TMy8-Jgw9bgKbn5FIDNgoINesAIFF4QlpBXJdHluP30lv4-UN7y0jSxm0/s1600/edc10b_112_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5WoJpo3ld7Hiw7yjdOIN04ypL4H-_B7VVDdiGWz-05G0aDxwrrLs9TRmKU_4AOyfwybPXc5Q1WcPd9kLZv8TMy8-Jgw9bgKbn5FIDNgoINesAIFF4QlpBXJdHluP30lv4-UN7y0jSxm0/s320/edc10b_112_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVATN4eBiWKEpsF8hpRfHVvfjsf8DlsR9Vz7PShcp5YR6R5uKSFIaI2C8A8534oLJ4n6Nl3mNN1KKErweo-xyPvhGURqi4g-1M1Cc42VcnUVh0nsEXO0nvzVsaWFSRabcwYHV9jup0IcYd/s1600/tipsy-2944.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVATN4eBiWKEpsF8hpRfHVvfjsf8DlsR9Vz7PShcp5YR6R5uKSFIaI2C8A8534oLJ4n6Nl3mNN1KKErweo-xyPvhGURqi4g-1M1Cc42VcnUVh0nsEXO0nvzVsaWFSRabcwYHV9jup0IcYd/s1600/tipsy-2944.gif" /></a>Now's the time, get in line, don't be afraid tonight<br />
We're gonna take you high, before you realize<br />
'Round and 'round you'll go, up and down, never slow<br />
Feel the excitement grow, oh<br />
This is where you let go<br />
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<span style="color: lime;">Hands high like a roller coaster</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">This love is taking over</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Take us higher here we go</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Oh, oh, oh</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Welcome to the show</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Gravity we're defying</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">'Cause we were made for flying</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">We're about to lose control</span><br />
<span style="color: lime;">Welcome to the show</span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, we're on a mission nothing, nothing, can stand in our way</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, we don't need permission</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">We're gonna rise up and we'll be the change</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, hear us on your stereo</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, we're about to lose control</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, everybody knows</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow;">Oh, oh, this is where you let go</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Hands high like a roller coaster</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">This love is taking over</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Take us higher here we go</span><span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Oh, oh, oh</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Welcome to the show</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Gravity we're defying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">'Cause we were made for flying</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">We're about to lose control</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: cyan;">Welcome to the show</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">And put your hands u-u-up</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">We're gonna have some f-u-u-n</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">We've only just beg-u-u-n</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">And it's too late to r-u-un, you can't run</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">So put 'em u-u-up</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">We're gonna have some f-u-u-n</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Turn up the bass let it b-u-u-mp</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">We've only just begun, and you can't run</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Hands high like a roller coaster</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">This love is taking over</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Take us higher here we go</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Oh, oh, oh</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Welcome to the show</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Gravity we're defying</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">'Cause we were made for flying</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">We're about to lose control</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Welcome to the show(2x)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: red;">We're gonna have some f-u-u-n</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: red;">Turn u the bass let it b-u-u-mp</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: red;">We've only just begun, and you can't run</span></div><span style="background-color: black; color: #444444;">[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/britt-nicole-lyrics/welcome-to-the-show-lyrics.html |]</span>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-38504235655448581492011-03-21T21:33:00.000-07:002011-03-21T21:33:15.035-07:00Oops I did it again :/<div style="background-color: red; color: black;">I dont know why God decided to give me, <b style="color: white;"><u>me of all people</u></b> a heart.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">I dont use it for good, only for pain and problems and to tear people's emotions apart. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">Im trying to make things work and not let my emotional problems and feeling get in the way.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">Im not saying im trying to get rid of you but I dont think you should stay.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">Get out while you can! Tell everyone about the dangers of me.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">For im a terrible person and a fake can't you see?!</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">I want so much and give so little.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">But Im stuck between how I feel for you and how I feel for myself, Im somewhere in the middle. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">I love you dont get me wrong, and your are so amazing and so sweet. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">But our timing became terrible and paths shouldn't meet. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">I want to be your friend, no <u style="color: white;"><b>YOUR BEST FRIEND.</b></u></div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">But us a couple I think needs to come to an end.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">Ive thought long and hard about this and tried to keep my emotions locked shut.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;">But by doing this Ive left many empty beer bottles on floor and my wrists have been cut. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: black;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">Im the little girl you used to give kisses to at night.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">But in the morning our mouths were only used to fight.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">A slap to the face, or a punch to my guts,</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">to say I want you back you'd think that Im nuts.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">Do you think about me as much as I think of you?</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">Do you recall all our good memories and the things we used to do? </div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"></div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">Did you even try to keep me? Did you ever really care?</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">How do you think I feel when I look for your smile and know it wont be there. </div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"> When I close my eyes all I see is your angry face.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">But when I open them Im in a better place.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">I dont wanna talk to you, I just wanna know your ok.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">And if you have left this earth, Just know I wish you've couldve stayed. </div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">You lied, you cheated, you beat and decieved me</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">But I think I discovered that you never trully loved me. </div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">Idk what the purpose of this post was, I guess just to vent.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: #cc0000;">But mom you left my heart with crack and the worlds biggest dent.</div><div style="background-color: #999999; color: black;"><br />
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</div>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-63697817164166858892011-01-24T21:20:00.000-08:002011-01-24T21:20:37.971-08:00And you can see my heart beating<div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">I can feel it... </div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">Something bad is about to happen.</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"> Im about to make something completely avoidable happen. </div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">Drama, Pain, a mistake. </div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">Though I cant help it if it's the way I feel. </div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">My life is a ticking time bomb and patience is lighting the wick.</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">I tried to make things work but I just dont think I can do it anymore.</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;">I love you dont get me wrong and I know you tried to make me happy,</div><div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">I cant be your perfect child, for Im not as smart as you want me to be.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">But I like the way I am, and thats something you'll never see. </div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">I may not be smart and I may not be wise, </div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">But Im gonna live my life the way I want to and keep it free from all your lies.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">Im tired of trying to be someone Im not for you.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">But being my parents I know you wont see me through.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">You can say Im disappointed in you</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">just know I feel the same way too.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">Its hard growing up in this day and age, most of us are misunderstood.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">But if we are as bad as you think we are, we will never do as we should.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">You will never hang my work up on the fridge nor tell your friends about the good that i've done.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">Yet I can live my life just fine, knowing that Im not your number one.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">Sorry I cant be the child you've always wanted, you cant always get what you want.</div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #b45f06;">But my independence is nothing to you, and something you will never vaunt.</span></div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jdvjqxr35SUwGvIRCY-6pEwZURpEoM-br4gB7e7B7xC0aKiCg5edJfUuikr3E1WWqc1Qi7gqR-lY3vcba9xOnXmrR0lwtddTmtkqtV6oZ8cTPpRexLpTfr0amacuLMCJfEynXOEjdNDF/s1600/4158976354_270b09d50d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jdvjqxr35SUwGvIRCY-6pEwZURpEoM-br4gB7e7B7xC0aKiCg5edJfUuikr3E1WWqc1Qi7gqR-lY3vcba9xOnXmrR0lwtddTmtkqtV6oZ8cTPpRexLpTfr0amacuLMCJfEynXOEjdNDF/s320/4158976354_270b09d50d.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #274e13; color: #cc0000;">You're funny, you're cute, your're sweet, you're nice, you're a dork <3, you're talented, you're amazing, but most of all you're yourself. Your true to yourself and others. And thats hard to find in a guy. So Im soo happy and lucky that I have you. Never in a million bagillion years would I have ever thought of dating you. But Im soo happy we are. You make me laugh, happy, smile, and feel so great inside. I love spending time with you and being with you. I LOVE having YOU in my life. :) This is how I feel only after a month of dating you, but Im looking forward for more months to come. I miss you already </div><div style="background-color: #274e13; color: #cc0000;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ESLI-Y7HpJf9FksSV0XctSu-MzjP5qoR9B_cHdWIy-egErNBVmzTM1ZoQmAeTIpzwaq8PcXGcqdQVZJnNKTmHadZBH9xtBsBQeLsIV97CKvtWKyHU37vAbMtfvojW5vfSuozJuJTgyxE/s1600/anime-kiss-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ESLI-Y7HpJf9FksSV0XctSu-MzjP5qoR9B_cHdWIy-egErNBVmzTM1ZoQmAeTIpzwaq8PcXGcqdQVZJnNKTmHadZBH9xtBsBQeLsIV97CKvtWKyHU37vAbMtfvojW5vfSuozJuJTgyxE/s320/anime-kiss-1.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I committed assault, I almost killed someone, I almost got into a fight.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I cut, I screamed, I hid, I ran. I packed my bags and escaped into the night.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My friends try to make me happy, but if they heard my story they would probably stop.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Yet when Im at the bottom they try to put me on the top. </div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I dont have the highest self-esteem, I dont always have a clue.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And this may all sound stupid, but boy if you only knew.</div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">With out me there would be no drama no problems no lies no pain</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">In the end I lose but you have something to gain.</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">Imagine I'm gone, I took my life and now it's in the grim reapers possession.</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">Im gone with no warning and there's no time for a reconciliation.</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;"><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">But what do you see, are you proud of what you've done?</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">Do you think about all the millions of people in the world or are you the only one?</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;"> </div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">If you were to leave the earth, could you say you had a good life?</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">Or did you live your life with regret and end it on bad strife?</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;"></div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">Theres always something missing, and it kills to when you can't figure out what.</div><div style="background-color: #20124d; color: #cccccc;">But to figure out what that is, you gotta walk through life with a strut. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKM5zIACUtut8ApLCdZCOAHYJxbgpdU-lYu6JC8s-Zk2EkV_PQNB2cUkBlD7-isA8ZzVt4l_P4ZSd_T4aRd1cT38Luhyvvj8aSzakHqGtYYEtm_ioJ4WNpGIg1rQ87TgayYBK5hmX74rd0/s1600/clouds3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKM5zIACUtut8ApLCdZCOAHYJxbgpdU-lYu6JC8s-Zk2EkV_PQNB2cUkBlD7-isA8ZzVt4l_P4ZSd_T4aRd1cT38Luhyvvj8aSzakHqGtYYEtm_ioJ4WNpGIg1rQ87TgayYBK5hmX74rd0/s400/clouds3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-58668306516634546062010-11-28T18:30:00.000-08:002010-11-28T18:39:37.098-08:00Hell of a ride<div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">The pain is so intense, the chills are unbearable, the withdrawal is scary.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">The feeling is strange, the emotions are changing, but it all feels good on the contrary. </div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like smoking weed it gets you high.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">While your feet are on the floor your heads in the sky.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like rolling the feeling cant be described, everything is amazing.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">But the after affect is hell raising.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like an emo girl cutting herself, you'd imagine it to hurt. But you dont understand.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">The way she feels, she can only show by moving her hands.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like sex, the hesitation, the pleasure, the feelings, the heat.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">The movement of a bodies moving to one beat.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like smiling everytime you see your lovers face.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;">Like listening to them breathe and you notice your at the same pace.</div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"></div><div style="background-color: #073763; color: #3d85c6;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #3d85c6;"><span style="background-color: #073763;">Whut the fuck am I talking about? </span><span style="background-color: #073763;"></span></div><br />
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</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Just kiss me gently and make it last.</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">For we never know what can happen and anything can happen fast.</div><div style="color: #f1c232;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Tell me what you feel and tell me all your secrets</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">We can stay up all night and talk while we lay under some blankets</div><div style="color: #f1c232;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Just hug me for awhile and lets just make each other smile.</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">Cause I'll go anywhere to feel this feeling I have when Im with you, I'll walk for miles.</div><div style="color: #f1c232;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">We have so much time and theres so much to do</div><div style="color: #f1c232;">And we can do it all, as long as I am with you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupZCgNw0IcIhrDKOOmL9aNj4Anj3AUOM0OS8ZgJdgvOBS8cUG32qHGQGrRnJzN53iHa6nN1OXUH5Qwq1dKpeaC7dRQTufhdpmDv1WM_qCSexvMLuPqhDzc1sUgFQNiG9_sPGb3EgKpAQo/s1600/couple-by-lake-lg-91823045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupZCgNw0IcIhrDKOOmL9aNj4Anj3AUOM0OS8ZgJdgvOBS8cUG32qHGQGrRnJzN53iHa6nN1OXUH5Qwq1dKpeaC7dRQTufhdpmDv1WM_qCSexvMLuPqhDzc1sUgFQNiG9_sPGb3EgKpAQo/s320/couple-by-lake-lg-91823045.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-22768939232439652042010-11-11T21:30:00.000-08:002010-11-11T21:30:32.426-08:00Hello old friend<div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I havent seen this in a long time.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">But cupid's commiting another crime.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">He's stolen my heart again, who knows when I'll get it back.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">He's taken it so many times that Ive stop keeping track.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Except his partner in crime, is of a gentler sort.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">One who isnt a fake or douchebag in this sport.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">He has a secret power, I think he has laser x-ray vision.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Cause his eyes cut right through me, creating a large incision.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I dont wanna say this hurts me, in fact I cant feel a thing.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">But what I can feel is his hand in mine, and something wierd is happening.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">This crook has my heart, and I cant say I want it back.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Because I think I want him to have it, this is a proven fact.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">His lips touched mine, and there was posion on his tongue.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I felt this exciting sensation that went spiraling through my lung.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"></div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">They make a perfect team, causing mischief, hope, and dreams.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">But Ive fallen for it badly, cause now nothing is what it seems. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">I think I like him, like alot more then I thought.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: blue;">And now my stomach has butterflies, and my heart is in a knot.</div><div style="color: #ead1dc;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: black;">He died in a car crash because of a drunk driver.</div><div style="color: black;">My dad didnt make, but the drunk driver was the survivor.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Why must the good die young? Why didn't I get the chance to meet him?</div><div style="color: black;">I want these answers to my questions, but instead my patience wears thin.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">I want to remember the time he told me he loved me, I just want him to know.</div><div style="color: black;">I love him and I miss him, but how do I let this show. </div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">I feel like crying when fathers day comes to town.</div><div style="color: black;">And I get pissed off when people say they hate their dad, when mines not even around.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Atleast you remember your dad,</div><div style="color: black;">be the memory good or bad.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">Atleast youve seen his face.</div><div style="color: black;">I have no one real to fill his place.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">I want to hold his hand, I want to look in his eyes. </div><div style="color: black;">"Dad I love you and miss you " as she falls to her knees and cries</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">If your dad left you when you were young, then this poem isnt meant for you</div><div style="color: black;">But if you were put in my situation. tell me what you would do.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">There is so much more Id like to say, But I'll save it for a later day.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">For the anniversary of my dad's death draws near, but until then I'll shed one tear.</div><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">I tried to make you smile, I tried to make you mine.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">But at the same time you through my hard work in my face, and I ended up wasting my time.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">The constant fighting and the constant doubt.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">We went through all this and we aren't even going out.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">I'm not gonna lie, the blame should be shared.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">But I'm not gonna lie, I do love you and that I've always cared.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">I guess we should start over, or just move on and forget.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">But we cant be together now, for I'm just not feeling it. </div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">We weren't together long</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">But we both were always strong.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">This poem could be our love song</div><span style="background-color: white; color: #9fc5e8;">That one day we could both sing along. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: yellow; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">DID YOU JUST LOSE? ;P </span><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">You turn the light on and look at her face</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">her make up is running and shes stuck in a sad place</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Slits on her wrists, scars on her neck, bruises on her ribs.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">She cries louder then a baby awake in their crib.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"></div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">You can hear her pain and feel her skin.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">She is tired of living in the world, her patience wears thin.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">What could cause a girl to feel so much pain? Was it something someone said?</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Shes tired of living. She wants to be dead.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"></div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Sick of trying, tired of crying. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Yeah she's smiling but inside she's dying.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Dark clothing, dark music, dark emotions.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Up and down emotions that flow like the ocean. </div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">You want to hold her and tell her your there.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">But she's heard it all before and she no longer cares.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Your scared of what will happen next, she's an amazing person inside</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">She's dying in a deep dark hell, where she only wants to be alive.</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Until then she bleeds</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Tired of what she sees</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">Take away the pain she pleads</div><div style="background-color: red; color: white;">as she falls onto her knees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJL1ft3quNcqQxdxEEKuouHX4llOe-Mb2jCEKC2pQg4hlb0kLk2wczcuB626Bx1HJxoR1wXdyVFfUp4IqYKrzxjcr5ljLsrw2f2f4QYM2KM5REqk7HjVf7cAW1unW5_sKPHlF2EjM1r81/s1600/CryingEmoGirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJL1ft3quNcqQxdxEEKuouHX4llOe-Mb2jCEKC2pQg4hlb0kLk2wczcuB626Bx1HJxoR1wXdyVFfUp4IqYKrzxjcr5ljLsrw2f2f4QYM2KM5REqk7HjVf7cAW1unW5_sKPHlF2EjM1r81/s320/CryingEmoGirl.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-28991836034117766452010-11-04T20:06:00.000-07:002010-11-04T20:10:55.940-07:00You thought reading war and peace was hard. Try reading me<div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'll send you a smile, I'll give you a wink.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But Im gonna make things challenging, Im gonna make you think.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We can hug, we can hold hands, we can even kiss.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But Im not letting you have me that easily, Your gonna have to be like this:</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna text me, better yet even call.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna take me out to movies, your gonna take me to the mall.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna show me affection, I dont care what your frends thnk.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But if you think I'm kidding, I'll be gone in a blink.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna hold my hand and smile at my lame joke.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna think Im twice as cute when I burp or even choke. </div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">You cant win our fights, cause I will just walk away.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cause baby this isnt burger king, you cant have it your way.<br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"></div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I can get a bit bitchy, I wont reply to your text.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Your gonna have to wait til tomarrow where you'll have to wait and see what happens next. </div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">If I believe I was in the wrong, Ill grow a pair and say Im sorry</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'll drop it like a bad habit, It will be the end of that story.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Im self diagnosing myself bipolar but my zodiac sign is a Gemini</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Im warning you I'll try to kill you, I'll be happy, and then want to cry.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Our relationship will get rocky, we may even brake up.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But the next day it will be better, and were ready to make up.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">We are definitely gonna have fun, laugh, and smile all day.</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Cause anytime we feel this together,It was always meant to be this way</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #cccccc; color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Im new to the dating game, Im new to relationships.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">But I only got one question, do you think you can handle this? ;) </span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">We're in high school and we tend not to know much.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">But why do boys get erections just from the softest touch?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why do you smile when your away from your boyfriend and laugh so hard you can barely stand.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">And when your boyfriend's around you, you dont want to hold his hand.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why are you sore, why wont you smile?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why are you saying he loves you, when your clearly in denial.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">I heard you've dated for months and you believe that shes the one for you.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">But why are you acting so cocky when you made her do something she didnt want to?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why are you in a relationship if you just flirt with other whores?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why do you say you are sorry if you've done this all before?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">I hope you know your 18 and I know you can get real wild.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">But sweetie your girlfriend is 14, she's still basically a child.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Your beautiful, smart, skinny, your hardly known to be mean.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">But why are you dressing like a slut and showing things that shouldn't be seen?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Your a heartbreaker, a whore, a nicer name a flirt.</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">But why would you say meaningful words if they're lies and someones gonna end up hurt?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why did you slap her because she figured out you were lying?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">I hope you know she slits her wrists and is in the corner crying?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why did you have sex because you think your in love?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">Why is she now pregnant where she she used to be a graceful dove?</div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #cc0000;">For those couples who have never fight, who cheated, lied, or hurt.</div><span style="color: #cc0000;">I hope you know your persons special and you know how much they're worth.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IJ5jkbGMInDLdrm0DllwGN8Z-xuQFG8NcBYt84ylFvO6hagf7ttjUkgZb9YNjZeRKr5Ss9uy0Ff_g8yt12JjCSWDQWmAZPsJNcwzf6xOlZR6o-rpAAcLfYbjGJm3j8WSPcNZHrMMyE-L/s1600/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IJ5jkbGMInDLdrm0DllwGN8Z-xuQFG8NcBYt84ylFvO6hagf7ttjUkgZb9YNjZeRKr5Ss9uy0Ff_g8yt12JjCSWDQWmAZPsJNcwzf6xOlZR6o-rpAAcLfYbjGJm3j8WSPcNZHrMMyE-L/s400/broken_heart_by_starry_eyedkid-1.jpg" width="400" /></a>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-14634664612671742192010-11-02T17:54:00.000-07:002010-11-09T19:21:10.278-08:00Wow...like seriously?<div style="color: lime;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">~Original poem~</span></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Your a senior, your on the football team, I guess your considered cool.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But how dumb do you think I am to let you make me look like a fool.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I know how your mind thinks and I know what your up to.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But I refused to be like others girls and <span style="background-color: black;">sext</span> is just not what I do. </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You text me and ask "wats up" and I could ask you the same.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But when I tell you how I'm feeling, you think its just a silly game.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's weird cause I used to like you, I wish we could go back to last year.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We used to be so close, and now I can't stand to be near. </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I guess if you said you were sorry, I guess could just let this go.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But it turns out your just a loser and that this is something you should know. </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Don't text me after practice. Don't call me when your about to sleep.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cause I won't send you a reply. I won't even say a peep.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can't tell you who this is about, cause this guy attends my school.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But I hope that if this happens to you, you know <span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;">the guy is just a tool.</span></div><div style="color: cyan;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzb1p3eL1UEZMP9Z3XBaZJBas2_7K7At94SgS-374_P8b8FaZG2NfUVPUHAbBMPPubp1dm2l7xqjmxtSBaNZaDWFZrnlgFdrTe9k7tD2nSO6ReRRHgZ7jkE5FA7Wp8rjvhJy0tHylcqRP/s1600/emo-girl-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzb1p3eL1UEZMP9Z3XBaZJBas2_7K7At94SgS-374_P8b8FaZG2NfUVPUHAbBMPPubp1dm2l7xqjmxtSBaNZaDWFZrnlgFdrTe9k7tD2nSO6ReRRHgZ7jkE5FA7Wp8rjvhJy0tHylcqRP/s320/emo-girl-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>MarleeCarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05683452632222959548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4756574543589295851.post-15967158258528407532010-11-01T19:03:00.000-07:002010-11-09T19:16:52.783-08:00So theres these guys<div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR691zpmNwwZK4o2WuPNeWHClwI_kvlZeWM0iW2p7JCqL3Q5TLNU5Sfzt8MFq0yTGawwMttAXJPnq5bdM9dVzAxnuyz5EKwtmdjeJPz8ktvkf2CTlF4ZPhm6XQdnepO0HOYhCICU7dTFw/s1600/ThinkingGirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR691zpmNwwZK4o2WuPNeWHClwI_kvlZeWM0iW2p7JCqL3Q5TLNU5Sfzt8MFq0yTGawwMttAXJPnq5bdM9dVzAxnuyz5EKwtmdjeJPz8ktvkf2CTlF4ZPhm6XQdnepO0HOYhCICU7dTFw/s1600/ThinkingGirl.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">~This is an original poem~</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">While I still have your sweater, you still have my heart.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When you give me a hug, just know I never want us apart.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">When you text me and call , I stand far back and try to read your signs</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">You ask me what im thinking, your always on my mind.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to tell you I love you cause this is how I feel</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know you have a hard time believing, but let me tell you this is real.</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I see you from afar but I want you to be close</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I want to tell you I need you cause your the one I want the most</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> We just started to talk, and got to know each other more.</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But when we talk in person, my heart just hits the floor.</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But I'll sit back and take it slow, I dont want us to rush.</span></div><div style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I just hope that after you read this, you know that I'm your crush. </span></div><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">~This is my first blog post...I hope it was ok</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But this is the begining of my story, for now its all I have to say~</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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