February 2010
11 posts
First Love
Sometimes I sit and wonder about how you can be so cruel to those that have loved you the most
You act as if Life was yours alone, and the people in your world mere playthings
The audacity you have to pick, and pepper away those that bore you
More for the Queen! Oh Jester, bring more for her insatiable appetite!
You know….I wonder
Were you real? Or a mere a illusion designed to skull...
I will
idream-er:
I think I am Annoyed Frustrated Flustered and Angered. And I think how none of that has changed the fact That I haven’t changed the fact That I think of you Without trying to.
It’s not that I want to be with you. I just want you to want me.
“Its funny that you only call when you want, come when you need, care when its...”
There are still...
…a million and one things I NEED to do.
Time.
Where are you?
