Sunday, May 4, 2008
Another version of my termoil
Every day I bit more dies inside. Every time I see your face, I wish. I was ready to tell you how I felt, but you decided on getting someone else. I wanted to say how much I like you. How I think we could work. We are perfect in our imperfection. Let's try it out. I kills to think the maybes. I kills to think you like someone else. Best friends may make the best lovers. You trust me, why trust someone else. Each moment spend together is a piece of heaven. Each laugh, each hug is true. This is a tradgey of a love life, but true. If I could only tell you. If I could know of what you think of me. I'll take the good, I'll take the bad too. Don't keep me wishing anymore. There are times when I think we are on the same page. We tease, we hang, we trust. Hugs are endless. You do the cutest things like kiss my forehead or my hand when it's on your shoulder. You come and hear me play my music. You support me at no end. I support you too. I just think I'm in love with you.
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A Tid Bit of Me
- Ana
- I love the idea of blogging. These blogs will hopefully make you think, make you feel, make something in you move, and not just your eyes. Tell me what you really think; honesty is what I like. Well the jist of me is simple, I’m complicated. I'm artsy and I'm sometimes very emotional. I'm usually really random. I'm like a buffet, a little bit of everything and most of it is delicious. My favorite color is yellow, but I also love green. I love quotes, the crazier the better. I like to think. I hope to use this blog to condense everything that has become a muse to me. So my last words for this is be witty, be epic, be you.
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